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Selling flags / New York 2001
Ribbon / New York 2001
Man / New York 2001
Table and flowers / New York 2001
Column / New York 2001
In a garage / New York 2001
Nails / New York 2001
Asphalt / New York 2001
Red car and leaf / New York 2001
Fruit / New York 2001
Mural / New York 2001
Videocamera / New York 2001
Squirrel / New York 2001
Man with hat / New York 2001
At sunset / New York 2001
Graffiti / New York 2001
St. Paul / New York 2001
Broken fence / New York 2001
Boy at night / New York 2001
Woman and child / New York 2001
Water / New York 2001
Man and flag / New York 2001
Child / New York 2001
Branches / New York 2001
Eyes closed / New York 2001
Red wall / New York 2001
Flag / New York 2001
Woman and dog / New York 2001
Girl and bird / New York 2001
Soil / New York 2001
Concierge / New York 2001
Posters / New York 2001
Elisa / New York 2001
Leaves / New York 2001
Chairs / New York 2001
Gamepieces / New York 2001
Stairs / New York 2001
Women / New York 2001
Rolled flag / New York 2001
Seated man / New York 2001
Statue / New York 2001
Woman on the phone / New York 2001
Garden / New York 2001
In November the sharp smell of the smoke was still in the air and it carried the pain of the wound. One morning, I decided to walk towards the place where it happened. I had my camera with me, almost as a protection. I felt the need to give a physical form to the fact; like looking around, within and outside, after a disease to make sure that things are still there. I wasn’t looking for images, but for encounters. I repeated the experience of those few kilometers from home to the crater for about a month, sometimes along the shortest path, sometimes in random walks. The crater was not visible and I didn’t want to look inside of it. I met life’s resistance to life. It was as if the texture of reality would strive to stay, to persist. My silence was filled with sounds and words.
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Many citizens of New York and many relatives of the victims of the attacks reacted by refusing all forms of violent response. This work is dedicated to them.
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Inkjet color prints on cotton paper / 2001