Laura Cristina Aguilera Villavicencio

Gerardo returns home with a pack of dogs barking in the background on a dark night. Inside his house he will find an altar with flowers and orange lights. Now it will be the silence that will guide his steps to find out what is on that altar.

During a drawing workshop, a girl traces on the wall of her room the memory of her sexual abuse; a young woman recalls the night in which the deception of those she once called friends turned into harassment. By sharing the stories with other girls and women, they realise that these are not isolated events but fragments of a shared wound.

Gerardo returns home with a pack of dogs barking in the background on a dark night. Inside his house he will find an altar with flowers and orange lights. Now it will be the silence that will guide his steps to find out what is on that altar.

During a drawing workshop, a girl traces on the wall of her room the memory of her sexual abuse; a young woman recalls the night in which the deception of those she once called friends turned into harassment. By sharing the stories with other girls and women, they realise that these are not isolated events but fragments of a shared wound.

During a drawing workshop, a girl traces on the wall of her room the memory of her sexual abuse; a young woman recalls the night in which the deception of those she once called friends turned into harassment. By sharing the stories with other girls and women, they realise that these are not isolated events but fragments of a shared wound.