Is it a hypnotic or an absent glance? How is it possible for life to be able to manifest its power through a single gesture? Is this really possible? Portraiture ambitiously aims to be about one moment that could reveal who the person is. Portraiture desires not “a” moment, but “the” moment, not “a” gesture, but “the” gesture. If we are the accumulation of gestures, of moments, we cannot belong to only a fragment in the thread of our lives, or be “the” moment that would dare to define us. It is only in the sum of gestures, glances and momentums where we are able to grasp visible pieces of who we are. We are mostly the gaps between the movements, the voids that connect the gestures. At the end, we are only the accumulation of what is invisible to others, of the silences that connect the previous moment with the next. We are, ultimately, what isn’t possible to photograph.