Huerto

When I was eighteen, I left home in the urge to find freedom. The process involved moving to London and constantly visit Berlin. I needed to be away from my family to learn about myself.

After many years of discovering, something was missing and London didn’t feel home, so I moved back to Spain. It was at this time when the interest for my family became more necessary.

These photos are captures from a September day in 2019 at my family’s allotment (Huerto in Spanish). Their routine fascinates me and how normal it is for them to do everything they do. Something inside myself pushes me to join them, and I feel complete when I do.