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body_cloud

Collaboration with dancer, Melannie Iglesias.

Within Body_Cloud, the footage of a Miami sky is being projected on the dancer. She’s taking on the identity of these white moving forms. Her movements are in reaction to the speed of change and the different shapes the clouds take on. These ever-changing clouds take on a representation of myself and my cultural identity.

carolinaalamilla.com

Lemon: Limon, Lime: Limon

Hay golpes en la vida...

My mother would stop whatever we were doing to read us poetry. It was usually in the middle of her cleaning and in the middle of our playing. More often than not she would come across a specific paperback. A pink, tattered flimsy book which held a collection of Cesar Vallejo's poems. She would make us listen to his lines, reading with a certain gravitas. Helping us understand Vallejo's weight.  The first two lines have been stored in my mind...

 

Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé! 
Golpes como del odio de Dios; 

 

This is a visual representation of this poem and memory.

Near Facade

Near: close to being
Facade: an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality

A collaboration between a Ceramicist, Carolina Alamilla and Dancer, Julie Brannen. 
juliebrannen.com/

Music: Ryan Adams soundcloud.com/user1944214-1/obsidian-flakes-remix-final

body_cloud

Collaboration with dancer, Melannie Iglesias.

Within Body_Cloud, the footage of a Miami sky is being projected on the dancer. She’s taking on the identity of these white moving forms. Her movements are in reaction to the speed of change and the different shapes the clouds take on. These ever-changing clouds take on a representation of myself and my cultural identity.

carolinaalamilla.com

Lemon: Limon, Lime: Limon

Hay golpes en la vida...

My mother would stop whatever we were doing to read us poetry. It was usually in the middle of her cleaning and in the middle of our playing. More often than not she would come across a specific paperback. A pink, tattered flimsy book which held a collection of Cesar Vallejo's poems. She would make us listen to his lines, reading with a certain gravitas. Helping us understand Vallejo's weight.  The first two lines have been stored in my mind...

 

Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... ¡Yo no sé! 
Golpes como del odio de Dios; 

 

This is a visual representation of this poem and memory.

Near Facade

Near: close to being
Facade: an outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality

A collaboration between a Ceramicist, Carolina Alamilla and Dancer, Julie Brannen. 
juliebrannen.com/

Music: Ryan Adams soundcloud.com/user1944214-1/obsidian-flakes-remix-final

body_cloud
Lemon: Limon, Lime: Limon
Hay golpes en la vida...
Near Facade