Let's see what happens

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

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