On a chromatic circle from green to brown, Natalia Massei discovers the consistency and density of the river that she observes as a foreigner, almost like a Martian hypnotized in front of the liquid mass (a land that is neither land nor firm). The power of those images at times borders on science fiction: a convoy towing rusty swimming pools, phosphorescent fishes that poke their teeth and walk at night where nobody does anything.
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