Dry Sunday, Brasilia. I looked at some pictures and realized the usual: I can dive into the images. When I immerse myself, I realize that my body is within the sensations, recognizing distant and chaotic atmospheres. I feel a mixture of density and relief. I feel a presence. In the same album, photos from very different times, how do they converge? United and saturated memories. Simultaneity and nostalgia. Returns and approaches. The past is not a distance, it is a state.

Drawings that transform different moments into a single landscape.