Del cielo la noche (From the sky, the night)Costa Rica / Germany
I met Deandré at the Vitamina party in Milan, in the mountains around Lake Como.
I think we were able to open doors to memories and safe places, to listening and company, to places we decided to forget and never revisit again. We learned a lot about our journey, about what makes us who we are, what builds us and what we have learned.
Traumatic memories that dwell in our minds.
That come like water and flood us, causing projections that immobilize and paralyze us.
To observe and face our fears, to reproduce them, to inhabit them from sky to night.