Yanina Cesa

An already distant origin
an always foreign destination
where I never belong.​
But under the tree …
A place I recognize,
a time that has stopped
And his weeping that is my weeping too.​

It is a personal project that refers to the homesick feeling being so far away from my homeland Argentina.
The study of the willow I made for my book was my way to hold on to home, to my childhood, to myself.

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Book

“Y sobre mi oigo al sauce llorar” | “Boven mij hoor ik de wilgen treuren”