Refuge

Spending, losing, forgetting, reversing. That's what it's all about. The mists of the aftermath of a trip or a party. But as the images scroll, something else emerges. Questions emerge. Who cares of us? What are the gestures, materials or shadows that protect us? ? As if searching for a new ethic, with its own means, its camera, chalk, paper and tracing paper, Lara traces paths, lines and makes choices. choices. In the folds of the sheets, the ears of wheat, rain curtains. Nature in all its forms. Skin, hair, stone. Lara plays with the border, mixing the human with his Other, showing the care that flows from one side to the other. Far from injunctions and lessons, she tells her story. She draws, she underlines the invisible links that weave from one end of our worlds to the other. Chalked on faces and arms of those she loves, she adds the shadows of the trees that will not be soon no more shadows of the trees which will soon be no more, the lights of the suns that perhaps do not yet shine. It echoes, it speaks to us of ourselves, of our disappearing worlds, but also of the possibility of create new ones. the possibility of creating new ones. And, above all, of the beauty that lives or survives amidst the rubble. - by Eva Mancuso