Fernanda Álvarez

Two women set the body and a mourning process in motion. They gather to remember and dance the teachings of Verónica. Going out dancing is a decision and learning. Also a great possibility of transmuting pain into beauty and a commitment to life.

Two people with helmets. A series of seemingly useless actions. A place from another time. The helmets are, they are. Together they do, undo, ruminate, move looking for a way to be in the world, between poetry and life.

Two women wander around a pool. They sense, within the water, a universe that frightens them. When diving, passages open to other waters, denser, wilder. These passages transform them until they return to the starting point, which is no longer the same.

In June 1998 my older brother was murdered, that same year I was receiving my degree as a classical dancer. In the final exam I had to take a choreography, but I couldn't do it, I fell in the middle of an exercise and ran away. Something was incomplete, until today.