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Through digital illustrations, I capture fleeting childhood memories—fragmented, hazy, seen through the eyes of my younger self. Moments alone or with my sisters, traced in color and light. Scattered words accompany each piece, anchoring the echoes of the past.
Text in the image reads: 'Memory: Sunday and Aunt Anita’s cinnamon tea.'
Since childhood, visiting her was a ritual. The scent of cinnamon and the warm hues of orange and brown are memories I managed to capture. Today, cinnamon takes me back to that corner of the world."
Text in the image reads: 'Memory: Tying Uncle Lucho’s shoelaces so he wouldn’t go home.'
Since we were little, his visits after work meant pure fun. Three girls refusing to let their beloved uncle leave—tying his laces, sometimes even hiding his shoes
Text on the image: "Summer nights with my sisters: playing until late, coming home, making a marraqueta with tomato and mayonnaise, watching TV until sleep would take over us."
Not much more to explain, hungry girls in the middle of the night after intense play sessions. Marraqueta, Chilean bread, combined with whatever we had was a premium flavor experience.
Text on the image: "Pepito in his early days, Bonki thinking he was wise, showing him life". A memory of when my Pepe, my street dog, arrived. We picked him up, and he timidly approached my Bonki, who by then was already old.
Text on the image: "Saving coins in the NIVEA boxes my Uncle Lucho gave me". Every time he visited, he brought boxes, some we used for school projects, others I kept to make things, like piggy banks. I’d put in the coins he gave us.
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