Julia Menna Barreto

Retelling the story of my father’s death is an attempt to fill a space full of gaps, to perceive life in inanimate things, to embody a disembodied figure, to populate an irreplaceable place, to speak the unspeakable.

Retelling the story of my father’s death is an attempt to fill a space full of gaps, to perceive life in inanimate things, to embody a disembodied figure, to populate an irreplaceable place, to speak the unspeakable.

Retelling the story of my father’s death is an attempt to fill a space full of gaps, to perceive life in inanimate things, to embody a disembodied figure, to populate an irreplaceable place, to speak the unspeakable.