[The memory of territories]
(from a project reimagining photographs through diptychs)
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No territory is merely what we see in the present; beneath its surface remain traces of other landscapes, other uses, and other ways of inhabiting the world.
There was a place where two memories inhabited the same landscape. In the brick structures lingered the echoes of labor, of machines, and of the calloused hands that had shaped the material over the years. Beneath them, reflected in the still water, a silent forest emerged (an inverted forest)—guardian of a slower time, governed by the seasons and the patience of roots, branches, and leaves. Neither presence seemed to vie for space with the other. Like scattered pages of the same story, city and nature intertwined, sharing an ancient narrative that remained hidden beneath the surface of things. And so it was.
Antonio Mozeto 