memories from the Dawn

This series traces a return to the land

where my earliest memories were formed,

where childhood still breathes beneath the soil.

I grew up in the Argentinian countryside,

where my grandparents were caretakers.

Horses, sulky rides, fig trees, windmills,

roots of fallen eucalyptus,

these are not symbols,

but fragments of lived memory.

They surface not through recollection,

but from an inner territory that remains active

beneath consciousness.

After thirty-eight, I returned.

What I found was not nostalgia,

but recognition.

The images that appear do not respond

to conscious intention.

They insist, emerging from a depth

that precedes thought.

I choose to work in charcoal

as memory fades

and images blur.

Each drawing becomes a passage

between past and present,

memory and image,

return and beginning.

Consciousness remembers

what the mind forgets.