The edges of my face, the lines that they make, they are swiftly fading away, by the talks and the tears and the days. Who am I if not a never ending nothing, a never knowing and always being. Sipping the warmth of my tea, poking around the holes in my body while I stand in front of the microwave waiting for the remains of it to reheat. What am I if not the books that I read, the faces that I love, a towel on the floor, all the pieces that are thorn.
How could I begin to describe myself? I quietly sit with no face (on an early morning), caring too much about oblivion and durability. I am nothing, I am everything, I am no one, I am everyone, I am the keys you forget, the lipstick on the edge of the cup you neglect. I think I'm afraid death will come and will find nothing but a blur, vacuums with restlessness devouring what once was, who I once was,
but, who was that?
No Face
Valentina Sepúlveda
No Face es un relato hacia la exploración del concepto de identidad y todos los cuestionamientos que atraviesan al individuo contemporáneo, tales como el género, el territorio y lo generacional. Partiendo de una pieza poética en base al cuestionamiento de lo identitario y mediante la construcción de personajes y escenarios se busca formar una representación visual no convencional de la dualidad de vivir en frontera y el abismo de crecer en la contemporaneidad. Asimismo tocando temas como la muerte, la trascendentalidad del ser, y la perdurabilidad del recuerdo.
