ME ESCREVA, PAI
My mother migrated from Ceará backlands to São Paulo when she came of age, she worked as a maid. In the midst of this life of goodbyes and a lot of hard work, she took a liking to writing poems, letters and romance readings, even with the lack of opportunity to finish elementary school. Such barriers did not make it impossible for her and my grandfather to communicate over long distances, they gave a "jeitinho". In the image, my mother's aged hands hold a small yellowed piece of paper on the red table. They are words of longing. The letter was written in 1983 by acquaintances of my grandfather, as he could not read or write.
Me escreva, pai, 2015
Digital photography 42 x 29,7 cm Award-winning work in 2016