Visually, the exhaustion of a resource as daily and simple as a blouse is the analogy of the epidermis itself and the infinite search and questioning of the self, what I am for, the inexhaustible dissatisfaction and discomfort of one's own being and what is hidden under the skin. Knotted entanglements originated by the existential vacuum of the mind and its games of power and manipulation over self.
Have you ever forgotten how to listen and follow your heart?
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“Me Quede Pega” Improvisation piece
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“Impossible to Explain”
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In the midst of my tranquility, sedate, calm, I enter into a space of peace that generates in me a perfect universe in which I want to be. From there I relate. They knock on my door! There are always buts. I enter to understand myself, I come out to understand you and for you to understand me, thousands of questions appear, They knock on my door, they call me, and without a parachute I start to listen, to observe, I fill myself with questions and at the same time invite more questions, what do I do before my curious sensation of search, exploration, inquiry, scrutiny? Should I mutate, live, interweave to understand, to search, to fill, to find? Will I let myself be wrapped? You understand me? Am I clear?
“Temporary Flesh” / Dance Film
Remember. Time. Life before birth. Where we come from? Who created us? What and what are we made of? Are we vehicles that allow cell survival? I lived it. My story. Your history. Childhood. Who I am? Where we go? Where do I want to go? Future, no clear end, only ideas.
“Temporary Flesh” / Dance Piece
Cluster of memories that I start to dig, that make me who I am, who I am becoming. Multiple memories of the many selves of the past that are in this ephemeral present. Transitory life. Who you are will not be. Who you are did not go.