There is something deeply human about our need to imagine what happens after death. There is something deeply human about our need to imagine what happens after death. Perhaps because we find it impossible to accept that everything we have been, everything we have loved, learned, and built, could simply disappear. Lately, death has been more present in my life. I have experienced it closely under very different circumstances, in a life cut short far too soon and in another th

There are moments when seeing more does not mean understanding better. I am interested in that contradiction. We live trying to illuminate everything, as if seeing more necessarily meant understanding more. Perhaps that is why the face dissolves into the paint. The body appears, but the identity never fully does. The figure seems to exist between two places. I do not know whether she is ascending, awakening, or simply leaving behind something that can no longer follow her. Th

Reclaiming Our Gaze Amid the Noise In Greek mythology, Python was an enormous serpent associated with the territory of Delphi. According to some versions, it guarded the ancient oracle. Apollo killed it with his arrows and made that place his own sanctuary, thereafter associated with the prophetic voice and the search for clarity. But the story does not end with victory. Some traditions say that Apollo had to undergo purification after spilling Python’s blood. Even a god had