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"One day, my laughter woke me up, the next my tears" by Carmen Serratos Chavarría
April 10th - May 2nd 2021

I used to afraid to prick myself with the needle when sewing. Now sometimes I want to prick myself, but then I scare away that thought because what if it comes true.
These pieces are all made of apparently insignificant moments, brought from my daily life -some invisibly traumatic-, but their significance lies in the continuity, in the every day, in the piercing habit, which is very difficult to remove, imposed on us with the pain of a belt bump - because "with blood …