The Slow Pulse of Memory
by Carlo Borloni
A Landscape Remembered
There are images that show us the world, and images that return us to ourselves. The photographs in A Quiet Life belong to the latter kind. They do not scream to be seen, they wait to be inhabited, like an old house we didn’t know we once called home. Samantha’s work is not just a visual essay, it is a geography of emotion, a poetic mapping of memory, absence, and return.
Set in the rural and melancholic landscapes of northern Spain, Asturias, Cantabria, and their surroundings, the series at first seems deceptively quiet. Rolling hills under misted skies, deserted roads, flickers of sunlight on weathered walls. But beneath this stillness lies a current of longing, one that flows through generations and migratory routes, across time zones and griefs.
The artist’s grandmother fled this very land during the Spanish Civil War, eventually seeking refuge in Venezuela. Decades later, Samantha’s own journey reversed that trajectory, leaving Venezuela during political collapse and resettling in the same Spanish region her grandmother once left behind. A Quiet Life emerges from this circularity, not as closure, but as echo. The land becomes not just a subject, but a container of layered time. It is this quality, of haunting, of silent continuity, that gives the series its emotional gravity.
Sojourners Land, Samantha Cavet
The Camera as Companion
Samantha’s approach to photography is deeply intimate, but also conceptually aware. She does not use the camera as a neutral device of record. Instead, her lens lingers. It waits. It does not hunt for images, it walks beside them. In this sense, her work finds resonance within the tradition of post-documentary photography: a mode of image-making that relinquishes the objective gaze in favor of emotional proximity and narrative ambiguity.
Rather than staging spectacle or anchoring truth, Samantha’s photographs propose a different form of seeing: one rooted in slowness, receptivity, and trust. Trust in the landscape to speak on its own terms. Trust in time to unfold without orchestration. Trust in emotion as a valid, and radical, form of knowledge.
In an era of hyper-visibility and accelerated media, A Quiet Life resists the demand for instant legibility. These are not photographs made for the scroll, they are made for the pause. They ask us to dwell, to breathe, to look again.
Between Fire And Ice, Samantha Cavet
Bachelard’s Rooms, Barthes’ Punctum
Samantha’s visual language is imbued with a quiet lyricism that recalls the writings of Gaston Bachelard. In The Poetics of Space, Bachelard speaks of attics, cellars, and corners as spatial metaphors for the human psyche. Samantha extends this logic to the landscape. Her hills become places of reverie, her village walls hold forgotten dreams, her skies press gently on the inner world of the viewer.
Roland Barthes, too, is present here, not in citation, but in spirit. His idea of the punctum, the detail in a photograph that wounds us, that stings with personal resonance, finds a subtle manifestation in Samantha’s work. Her punctum is not dramatic. It’s the soft light on a stone path, the worn edge of a house, the emptiness between trees. These are not details that shout, they whisper. And in that whisper, something opens.
What’s extraordinary is how Samantha uses these theoretical resonances not to over-intellectualize, but to feel deeper. Theory, here, is not a cage, it is a door.
Revisiting Parts Of Myself, Samantha Cavet
A Feminine Poetics of Slowness
There is also a distinctly feminine sensibility running through the work, not in terms of essentialism, but in its refusal of dominance. Samantha does not conquer space; she communes with it. The landscapes are not taken, they are offered. There is no voyeurism, no performance of authorship. Instead, there is care. Attention. Presence.
This poetics of slowness, of walking, waiting, listening, becomes a feminist gesture in itself. Against a cultural backdrop that privileges speed, production, and control, Samantha’s practice insists on vulnerability, interiority, and patience. Her photographs embody what scholar Adriana Cavarero might call the politics of voice: not the loud, public voice, but the trembling, intimate one. The one that knows silence not as lack, but as fullness.
From Thinking To Presence, Samantha Cavet
Memory as Topography
To view A Quiet Life is to walk through a layered terrain, not only physical, but emotional and temporal. Each image is like a palimpsest: beneath the surface of a house, a tree, a road, we sense the sedimentation of memory.
Samantha does not offer us a narrative, but a field of resonances. A photo becomes a diary entry. A footpath becomes a threshold. A shaft of light becomes a letter never sent.
This topographic structure is deeply biographical, but never solipsistic. The artist’s story of migration, grief, and return unfolds gently, never claiming universality, yet finding it in its honesty. We all carry our own Riocaliente. We all search, in one way or another, for the place where our memory and our body might finally meet.
Letters Unnoticed, Samantha Cavet
The Gift of Stillness
What does it mean to live a quiet life?
It’s a question Samantha asked former mayor Carlos during her visits to Riocaliente, and one that animates the entire project. The answer, perhaps, lies not in a definitive statement, but in the photographs themselves.
A quiet life, in this context, is not the absence of conflict, or the romanticization of the rural. It is the willingness to stay. To stop moving. To sit with one's own history and allow it to settle.
To mourn slowly. To walk without destination. To speak only when necessary. To let the land speak more than we do.
And in that stillness, something sacred returns.
The Memory, Samantha Cavet
Toward a New Grammar of Belonging
In closing, A Quiet Life is not only a personal elegy, it is a proposition. A proposition that perhaps the most radical act today is to slow down. To resist fragmentation. To dwell in ambiguity. To remember our dead. To walk with our ghosts.
Samantha’s photographs do not seek resolution. They offer no manifesto, no lesson. They give us presence, which is rarer. In a time of image excess, they are fragments of grace. Small doors into larger truths.
Through her lens, the landscape becomes not only a setting but a sentence, one whispered across generations, across oceans, across wounds.
And in listening closely, we might hear our own name being called.
Solitary Encounters, Samantha Cavet
Sign up for our newsletter to keep up with the latest news from NINFA
Sign up for our newsletter to keep up with the latest news from NINFA
Write us at: info@ninfa.io, or click here if you need support
Copyright © 2025 Ninfa Labs - 12094240962 - All rights reserved