The project began by reading and revisiting a letter written by my grandmother which is an excerpt from a book she wrote and gave to me on my 18th birthday.

El Hombre que Muere is a long-term project that began as a way to look back but has become a way to understand the present and come to terms with what still lingers. I with photography, video, text, sound, and personal archives to piece together fragments of memory, some mine, some inherited, and some uncertain. The project moves through the loss of my mother, the years I was raised by my grandmother, and the weight passed down through generations.

This is not a linear story. It shifts between moments, emotions, and traces that resist resolution. I am not looking for answers. I am trying to understand how memory lives, how grief changes shape over time, and how perception is formed by what we live, what we witness, and what we are taught to believe.