Growing up in a small town in Mexico, I have been aware of the disappearance of people related to conflicts involving drug cartels. The news regarding these occurrences solely focused on the sensationalism of the story, ignoring the great emotional distress the families of ‘The disappeared’ carried after the story is out of the news cycle.
This became personal to me when my brother Franco disappeared in 2007. After his disappearance in Mexico, our house eventually became inhabited by mourning, and this is where I began a constant search for closure.
The images serve as an investigation of a psychological state in which I come to the realization of the nonexistent closure. A study of the attempt to eliminate memories that disrupt the conscience or balance of the nervous system. A battle against my own memories, the memories of having looked for him as if he was a dead dog on the banks of the shrub lands.