My heart is in the mountains
2020
My mom has been living with a brain tumour and depression for the past 7 years. For a child growing up knowing that your mom has a lemon inside her head, you grow nurturing your fears. Every time the phone is not picked up, the voice sounds drowsy, your heart stops.
Overtime our communication has become difficult, I guess when you get too close to someone it becomes easy to suffocate yourself by that love. These past years, what cannot be said between my mom, my younger sister and myself, in the comfort space of our home, somehow finds its words in the altitude of the mountains. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen that breaks the boundaries down, breaking our walls of shame and ego disappear, letting us speak and perform in front of each other, searching for the light.
My heart is in the mountains
2020
My mom has been living with a brain tumour and depression for the past 7 years. For a child growing up knowing that your mom has a lemon inside her head, you grow nurturing your fears. Every time the phone is not picked up, the voice sounds drowsy, your heart stops.
Overtime our communication has become difficult, I guess when you get too close to someone it becomes easy to suffocate yourself by that love. These past years, what cannot be said between my mom, my younger sister and myself, in the comfort space of our home, somehow finds its words in the altitude of the mountains. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen that breaks the boundaries down, breaking our walls of shame and ego disappear, letting us speak and perform in front of each other, searching for the light.
