My father lived 7 years in Brazil between the 60s and 70s, before I was born. From that moment, he began to photograph and carefully organize an archive. My mother began to photograph and elaborate the family album right after my birth and she stopped, abruptly, when my father died in 1992.

For both, photography has been a necessary ritual to integrate fundamental life experiences within established social frameworks, opening mnematic spaces. But my sister and I have learned more about rituals through the stories of Bororos, Karajás and Xavantes that our father used to tell us.

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