On many occasions, we get stuck in time; we are tied to a space in the past, we dream it, we see it in our thoughts, it influences our present daily. We must close cycles.

For years, the abandoned house of my youth was there, in the same address, without me daring to face it.

Time and circumstances have led me to do it, for some years now, to sort out the mess and clean up the past, both in that house and in my dad's clothing workshop.

I found myself within living spaces devoid of people, full of dust and memories.

The broken and moldy ceilings, objects from my childhood that go back in time, my mom's crumb arrangements, her wedding dress, the curtains with Japanese drawings, the mirrors with flower moldings, the star-shaped clock, and time, frozen in the past.

Being there I realized that while a part of the self that lived with me during my childhood has followed me through life, another one, another me, stayed there, glued to the walls, embedded in the ceilings; this is my attempt to rescue that part of myself from the abandonment of time; to contact her in order to unravel a painful past that I have never been able to leave behind.

I believe that art has the power to heal, transform, and transcend the boundaries of time and space, and it is my hope that my work will contribute to this greater dialogue.