A young woman from my town came to me to ask if she could recover images from a memory card that was inside a broken camera and she didn't know if it had been damaged. They belonged to a friend of hers who had died, along with her son, in a traffic accident. The accident took place in November 2010.

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In addition to recovering the images from the card, I was also able to find, thanks to data recovery programs, those that had been deleted, erased, digitally broken and forgotten. However, on many occasions I could not recover them completely. For this reason, these images can only be partially seen, since gray stripes hide them.

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Throughout that process I understood the value of rescuing those images from oblivion. That is where the strength of memory, of remembrance, is found.

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 The most difficult part of this project was telling the parents of the deceased young woman the importance of those images recovered from oblivion. I asked for permission to publish the work and, without hesitation, they gave it to me. They understood that the work came from their daughter, from their land.

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Memories, feelings, memory and forgetting.    

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See how images that had ceased to exist appear.

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To discover is to find something that had not been observed.

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