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In the vast universe that dwells between the eye and the world, a unique cartography unfolds, a map of translucent territories where light breaks and recomposes itself. “Cartography of the Gaze” is a poetic exploration of that intimate space where the cornea, like an imperfect crystal, translates the outside world into inner experience.
Each gaze is a journey through invisible reliefs, through microscopic mountains and valleys that alter the trajectory of light rays. Keratoconus draws an altered geography, where the meridians of vision deviate from their expected routes, creating unique, unrepeatable visual landscapes.
In this personal cartography, the flashes become guiding stars, the blurs become diffuse horizons, and the halos become haloes that crown reality. It is not a map of deficiencies, but of possibilities; not of absences, but of transformed presences.
The eye that looks reveals the profile of an unexplored continent. A territory where light and shadow establish fluctuating borders, where the contrast of xerography lays bare the essence of vision: an act of constant interpretation, of permanent translation.
This cartography does not seek scientific precision, but poetic truth. In each photograph, each image captured through that unique prism that is my gaze, a fragment of the personal atlas you have built to navigate the world is revealed. An atlas where distortion is not error, but language; where refraction is not an obstacle, but a means of expression.
By documenting this intimate geography, I transform the experience of keratoconus into an aesthetic journey, an exploration of visual territories that most will never visit. My gaze becomes testimony and creation simultaneously, mapping a world that exists only in space, between my cornea and my consciousness.
Poetry
I’ve never liked them.
I always thought you were ugly, disproportionate, sick. Deformed.
How many problems you’ve given me.
How much pain and suffering.
At the same time, I care for you like a grandmother cares for her granddaughter.
At the same time, I’m grateful to have you.
Joy. Happiness. Memories.
You were there too.
I thought you gave me little; today I know you give me enough.
For a long time I hid you, I ask for your forgiveness.
Today, only today, 33 years later.
I discovered your beauty, I discovered your power.
I discovered myself.