The Eye of Imagination

I discover the photo album of my great-grandfather who comes from England to build the Central Railroad, a trip to Peru that is my trip as well. I rephotograph his photos, and I take over his gaze and his discourse. I take a picture of him sitting looking at the camera and our eyes meet inside the camera, he looks me in the eye. Flashback: I am 3 years old , he’s looking at me while I’m stealing his cookies.

Astrid Jahnsen

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