Looking at my gaze

What do I look at. How do I look. Why do I look. My gaze is a stranger that inhabits me, silently. Up to the moment when I find in photography, the possibility to unfold myself, to get out and look at what I look from the outside. I choose a series I shoot with apathy in the Brazilian Amazonas as I perceive the situation to be a mere performance tailored for tourists. I am particularly intrigued to discover what does my gaze look at in solitude, when my eyes are practically sealed by disappointment. I am immediately led to a precise and deeper place within each image, where my gaze lets itself be seen, as a frame within a frame emerges and the rest of the image fades. My lethargic eyes become the frame for my gaze. In each image, I discover myself as I become aware of the drives that shape my gaze.