Cairn
Shot in Colombia, in the wild riverbeds of the Sierra Nevada, this work looks at the body as a structure. We’re built from materials that feel permanent but are, in fact, movable. The tension between what’s fixed and what can shift is the weight we mistake for who we are. The stones become metaphors for the parts of ourselves we’ve gathered over time: beliefs, traumas, survival mechanisms. Some placed carefully by our own hands, others forced on us by history, culture, family, lovers. In the river, under the open sky, stripped bare, we get to ask: which ones still belong to us?
