Self-portrait

Menstrual blood is my center of power, the force that moves my work and, without a doubt, my most genuine essence. If I were to think about my self-portrait, there would be no other material more coherent than my liquid body. This exercise in self-portraiture is nothing more than an impression of my body on my clothes, which are also my skin, with my blood, which is also a body. To put the body on the street. Conversations that open up, dialogues that become visible and allow us to understand the female body in its relationship to space. Blood and graffiti, the body and flesh, the edible, the consumable. What questions are revealed by posing the body next to the garbage? What if it were a poster? The street permeates the body, and it responds, either reciprocally or with strangeness. The work and the environment themselves establish a multiplicity of possibilities and meanings around the taboo of menstruation and its inhabitation in the urban landscape.