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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