
Hogar posible / Fachadas
Hogar posible / Fachadas
I walk through cities that do not belong to me. At each door I imagine a possible home: a curtain that never quite closes, a toy looking through the glass, a plant that holds on, an entrance that could have been mine.
I don't know who lives behind them. Sometimes I find myself wondering whether I could live there.
A collection of places where I almost lived.