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I am currently working in a project about the last years of my father. My father was living alone in Buenos Aires. His mind was slowly getting lost in the past. Then he had a bad fall that took him to the hospital. Since that moment, mind and body deteriorated really fast.
With small stories, like the portrait my father made of me, I want to explore the barriers that arise in between us and our aging parents when their minds and bodies stop being theirs. When the words are not words anymore, when our parents become a mystery to us.
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