VideoPoetry
1:29 min
2020
Tigre, Buenos Aires, Argentina

I woke up early and walked barefoot
Through the hallways; I went down to the gardens
And kissed the plants;
I absorbed the pure scents of the earth,
Lying in the grass
Saturday. Alfonsina Storni. Excerpt

In a subjective gaze, I enter the forest, probing the surrounding sound-visual landscape. The sound of the wind and the creaking of branches intertwine with machinery engines
I propose thinking of our environment as an organism, to abandon the mechanistic idea that defines nature as a resource in opposition to nature as refuge. To build new connections by recognizing the interdependence of which we are part.
Starting from Alfonsina Storni’s poem Saturday, I approach poetry and landscape as both shelter and mirror.