Ancestral Alienation IV

Sometimes I feel like my ancestors are peeking into my body. Sometimes very frequently. In the best cases I feel them and everything else. For the lean times of ancestry, it is convenient for me to get closer to relatives who are alive, even if it is virtually, and to those who are not, even if it is in memories. And it feels good mostly. Then I rant, because that's who I am, and they already know it, so I feel comfortable, because they already know I rant. And in some way I already know what they are like, because I knew most of them in childhood or adolescence. I wonder who our distant descendants are... Concept and clay: Julio Sahagún Sánchez Photography by Juan Carlos Guerrero Hernández 3648 x 5472 px 2020