losing herself in a universe that doesn’t belong to her
and yet again that doesn’t belong to anyone else
a text that shall never be read, only written and burned
yet the photographs prevail,
substance of that which suspends but rushes to evade
the stillness of a present that just faded away
Being enough of an outsider to inhabit what’s innermost. The search for meaning through a common language that is not. The intimacy of a sleepover. The latency of an important beginning. A hotel room where much occurred. The impossible mirror that is the main subject. A gloomy, smokey, backstage. The white book to a black book. To amplify what is within.
An inner reflection of the outside. Light filtering through.
And there again, the outsider’s shadow projects itself into the unknown.
*an attempt to both encapsulate and fade away the substance of memory.
And suddenly, it was just a memory.
06.06-05.07.2024
New York
Solo Exhibition at Contact Photo NYC
The exhibition was part of Contact Photo's 2024 artist-in-residence program, hosted by NYC-SPC (NYC Street Photography Collective).
Curated by Bora Kim and Jorge Garcia
Sponsored by WhiteWall
I saw you in a song
27.28.29.10.2023
Berlin
Solo Exhibition at Art House Rising
Curated by Sofia Mastrogiacomo and Julieta Colantonio
So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.
Just Kids, Patti Smith.
In Marina Mónaco’s I saw you in a song the narrative unfolds as an
anti-memoir.
Echoing autonomous forms: a book, a sound piece, an installation, and a way of seeing -and being- in the world give form to a non-linear narrative.
Trafficking raw pulses between two realms: the sharp, woke lucid and deepest dream, the circle ends where it began.