Mother and daughter go to this place, unknown to both. Perspective of another rapprochement, then reconciliation of a generation at the other end of the world. It is first of this filiation which photography will represent. Not that of moral inheritances, patrimonies and traumas. Because the line is that of another promise, that of aging and involutions. From my mother I walk in the steps. His wrinkled skin is already mine. On his dermis are the last worlds.
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