I seek new ways to present and share a process that has been and continues to be the streets, that has been and continues to be clubbing, that has been and continues to be intimate, that has been and continues to be crooked. A process that doesn’t fit neatly into any format, which is why I search for it. It is a practical, lived investigation. Being present in places and spaces, being part of them, not taking away, but being.

I tell stories, share personal archives and others collected over many years. I question performance, I question academia, I question the body, and I weave together plants, the city, and the social processes of destruction and construction of cultures and bodies. Always in the plural. Literally, it means being crossed (atravessada) by something, by many things. To be intersected. To be mischievous, to unsettle. To serve myself on a platter. To be a street crossing between two larger streets. To be a crossing.

Overlays of memories and volcanoes. Street culture and entangled nature. Clubbing spaces for a single body.
Crowded imagery for a lonely space. Tissue, from Fascia to Cosmos.
Oracles for never-ending parties.
To (dis)solve the world into full nothingness