Caracas: Like millions of others who have emigrated far from home, the memories of each person, each landscape, each room I have known from my homeland is fading, becoming invisible and forgotten. Not only are my memories growing paler and paler, but also the places themselves are changing as the people who lived there die off, or move away. Recently I began returning regularly to Venezuela in search of the colors and proportions that I remember from childhood. I have no desire to romanticize the past, which had its share of poverty and boredom, but I do want to use photography to give the past back its lost body.
