The Four Seasons of Missing You

Faced with the diagnosis of my father's incurable lung cancer, an almost vital impulse emerged to turn to my photographic and writing practices as a a way of reflecting and immersing myself in order to confront the complex challenges imposed by the disease.

The unavoidable realization of his departure paradoxically coincided with the moment when the pandemic condemned humanity to fatality. With a one-year-old daughter and another on the way, there was, on the other hand, a simultaneous feeling of hope and expectation.

Driven by this tangle of emotions, I began walking with my camera through the fertile soil of photography, choosing the city as raw material. I opted for the path of uncertainty, seeking to evoke a creative force in the emptiness. I allowed my feelings to surface on this journey as a farewell story, a wounded childhood, the absence of fatherhood that now made me the protagonist.

Projecting myself across the city without a pre-established direction, I sought poetry in the commonplace, obstinately writing and photographing, tightening the relationship between the act of seeing and imagining.

The often-unconscious resonances of this activity make the photographic act an essentially psychological component, resulting in this path of discovery, renunciation, and confession.

It was a year-long battle until the moment of farewell arrived – a cycle of four seasons that profoundly transformed me. Observing the passage of time and the changing seasons in the city became a symbolic reflection of my father's deteriorating health and the end of an essential part of my childhood. Thus, I was able to take a breath and, with greater awareness, extend the role of father to my daughters who were beginning to conceive their first affective memories.