I’ve been told that If you tell someone your dreams, they won’t come true. Superstition or not, I believe it.

I dream about my mother dying. It is always the same: I get a call or a text message saying, “Natalia, tu mami....”. I wake up confused and immediately check on her to make sure it wasn’t a premonition. I try not to carry the anxiety of the dream throughout the day, but that is not possible easily done. Since receiving the call announcing my stepfather sudden death on March 2017, I've grown fearful of losing my mother as well.

In this body of work, I take elements from my dreams and bring them into the tangible world, purposefully revealing my dreams so they won’t come true. By taking these elements from my unconscious and occupying them in the "real” world the dream is told, they are out in the open for all to know. In this way they cannot come true and remain mute.

Simultaneously, my photographs are about love, fear and grief. I’m delving into my confusion between dreams of losing my mother, our shared grief of my stepfather's passing, as well as projecting our anguish.