I tried to find something invisible—my mother, who passed away long ago. I began by looking at the trees she loved, tracing her presence, and trying to recall her hairstyle. My mother was beautiful, and I think the most beautiful part of my body is my ears, so I took a picture of them, hoping to find something of her there.

By chance, the camera I was using broke, and the negatives turned out completely black. I had to adjust the brightness and contrast, digging into the pixels as if I might uncover something hidden.
But was there really anything to find, or was it all just an illusion?






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