I was born in Tucumán, Argentina, a city known as “the garden of the Republic,” because of its vast natural beauty. That land left a mark on me with its greenness, its silence and its light. I grew up among the mountains, surrounded by yungas, between the leafiness of the jungle and the dryness of the valleys.
It was almost without noticing it that the geography of those scenarios started to leave its fingerprints in my subjectivity, shaping my sight.
Today, in the distance, the memories of my hometown emerge as flashes that guide my steps.
These photographs, part of a project titled The Garden, were taken in Buenos Aires’s Botanical Garden, as an attempt to find that light and greenness again. By doing so, I realized that in the end it is always about the same inner landscape that I take with me wherever I go.
— Karina Azaretzky, Buenos Aires, Argentina
