Josefa Infante

In an intimate story, the protagonist narrates her childhood abuse experiences while we tour the house that sheltered the violence. Through the vestiges in this now empty space, she turns to sensoriality to give voice to her pain.

A frenetic Santiago gives me space to reflect on depression, loneliness and home in an attempt to piece together my past. Pandemic revelations and crises of youth appear as fragments. The liveliness I find in the crowd connects me with its movement.