Humans tend to establish links between them, in many cases so strong they wouldn't imagine life without them.

Through real sewn, made in the palm of my hand, a symbiosis between union, separation, pain and love is established by the action of traversing an external factor through my skin, which becomes part of my body.

This performance is a symbolic register of loss. The oblivion of a loved one. A ritual action, and the same time contradictory, between desire and rejection, dependence and independence in which at the end nothing lasts; only traces of lived moments.