My present has always been littered with deceit. The ruse that the present offers me, is the idea that what is in front of me is not ephemeral, but eternal. I have never experienced the loss of a loved one, but I do know that it is inevitable. Recently, I have recognized that these photographs are an attempt to prepare me for the loss of life, and everything that leaves with it. Through my camera, I try to connect with my family who are here by way of distant lands. My identity, which I once imagined to be so strong, has always been fraught and riddled with questions. I need their answers. I need to check-in. So I ask them, “How is it going?” and they answer, “Oye como va” (“Listen to how it goes”). So, I am finally listening; before the loss of a loved one means that there's a part of me I will never get to know.
