Collection: Evangelina Esparza

There, from the blurring produced by oblivion, between that thin line separating life from death, madness from sanity, a relationship is established, as if man, knowing he is about to disappear, could only defend himself with an image that has captured our beloved childhood. This return of the forgotten through a photographic fiction that I manipulate and reinterpret, perhaps reveals something of the truth. That truth that may have transpired on a tiny piece of land and that waits to be found, like a flower hidden in a book or a mark incised on the bark of a tree.