a fragmentary poem with photographs, text, a tiled floor and three ceramic stools, darkroom ephemera, postcards, masking tape, a plaster cast bench,

around the role and movement of images as objects in a personal narrative of exile and how it is inextricably linked to a national imaginary as well as a built environment shaped by the ideals of modernism in Venezuela.

this project was sparked by a plastic bag full of old negatives handed to me by my parents during their visit to switzerland after over three years of not seeing them, most of these kodak gold.