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Art action that I have undertaken since I arrived in Charlottesville, United States. As a Chilean and Latin American woman, the March 8th commemoration has been a day to unite with other women and nurture the flame of the feminist movement. So, big was my surprise when I realized that in this small and predominantly white city, there is no commemoration of this day. In 2022, I reached out to all the women’s organizations I could find, but no one responded. Then, a couple of unexpected women stepped forward, and with their help, I was able to carry out the “Invisible Work” project. This action involved collecting to-do lists from anonymous women who sent me their lists through social media. These lists were written with chalk, creating a path on the sidewalk from the Community Chalk Board in Downtown Charlottesville to the former Bridge PAI building. In 2023, Feminist Cookies put on the Downtown some visual elements that we used in our Latin American strikes, also using the audio of

Visual research project.La Serena, Chile 2019- Charlottesville, USA, 2022.Part 1: Serie 6 digital collages and 3 digital video collages.Part 2 (Landing): Digital video, installation, Performance, and public engagement device. Astronaut Mom” started as a game between my kids and me during the worst and most isolating part of the COVID pandemic. My older son and I took a serie of photographs using a toy astronaut helmet. Eventually, these games formed a collection of poorly focused, low-resolution, and crazy images, which became a way of poetic resistance, helping me to reframe the most difficult moments of my life as a mother. Through these pictures, I could reflect and begin a path to healing traumatic experiences related to obstetric violence, postpartum depression, and lonely, isolated maternity. Simultaneously, I could connect with the experiences of other moms and open the narrative. <<Mamá Astronauta__Digital Collages>> <<Mamá Astronauta__ Video Digital Collages>> <<Astronaut Mom__Landing>>Digital Video Astronaut Mom__Landing is the final chapter of the visual and collaborative investigation that concludes the “Astronaut Mom” series. Upon arriving in

Before I left college, I was convinced that I could never become a visual artist. It took me 15 years and the COVID pandemic to make me realize that I truly needed it, genuinely enjoyed it, and that it didn’t matter whether I was good or not. Long story short, thanks to the opportunity provided by Marcela Villanueva and Karne Kunst, I returned to experimenting with images and developed a means of expression that I continue to nurture. These were my initial attempts and a way to reconnect with my visual language using the tools at my disposal. Also, working deeply submerged in the motherhood, this images start to build my next project.

From that time when I carried a camera… And spent hours and hours in the darkroom. And I used to go to the shopping arcades in downtown Santiago, to look for films, papers, and chemicals. Talking about analog photography is like talking about archaeology. It’s worth mentioning that it was – and in some corner of my heart, it still is – a passion inherited from my father. From him, I learned to handle Zenits and that precious Praktica that I inherited and accompanied me for so long. Because you would get the feel of the camera, and you learned to recognize its creaks and sounds. And the darkroom equipment I brought from the Czech Republic, in a backpack that traveled a good part of Europe. That’s another story. If you didn’t end up dizzy with the smell of D19, you know nothing about photography. I’m talking about a time that no longer exists. I still have my unusual taste for coarse grain. Did you know there was an ISO