Dia 26 / Day 26

En la casa sola. Descanso, cocino, boto, barro, doy comida a los animales, ellos se extrañan de comer tanto. Yo lavo el patio, cuelgo ropa, registro con mis ojos, luego registro con la camara, registro mas, encuentro el marco de la foto de mi abuela, en el apuro, padre lo rompió. El vidrio que por 40 años estuvo ahi se rompio. Igual me parece hermoso. De alguna forma extraña me parece todo ritual y liberador.

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In the house alone. I rest. Cook, sweep, give food to animals, they are so puzzled to receive so much food. I wash the back yard, washing and hanging the clothes, I record with my eyes, then I record with my camera, recording more, I found the frame of my granny s photo, in the rush, father broke it.

That glass was ther for over 40 years and its broke now. I think its beautiful just the same. In some strange way it looks like a ritual and its liberating.