It is not that the feminine skin possesses a characteristic whiteness, rather we speak of the skin of femininity as the skin of transparency.

It is the skin that lets you see outside in

and also the movement that turns the skin around

or a fruit that splits from the inside.

It is a skin that can be used by both men and women.

Here, today,

this is the transparency of the veil with which we cover our holes.

These are the ways I have of touching you,

these are the ways I have of approaching you,

with the flow of flesh, amidst the turbulence.

When, at the foot of the letter, the letter takes shape, when the cold word reveals its shelter, is when the letter is incorporated and allows itself to be brushed with the tongue.

Sofía Véliz illuminates the edges and probes the abyss with body. The letter becomes a table like the horizon that supports and shelters.

With Gabriela Novoa, the signs formed by the body are exposed, and the passage of silence is cleaved.

This is the rite of the strokes as organs, these are the waves of the wrists.

Inés Verdugo makes of the movement of the curve, the cure, that which is repeated and which if read is not contained.

In the escape of the body that rests, I (Camila Fernández) only desire the touch of the beast in context.

Water and precipices, Ana Werren is a mountain where the flow runs after the rain, the silence that passes and furrows.

For flows to be born, to be patiently knotted, Nathalie Beard weaves transparency and entertains time.

Here the flesh rests and weighs

we lick life where it tears.

It is fluid and woven at the same time.

It goes to moisten and comes out of the fingers.

It seems to howl what decomposes.

You can approach it from all sides, look at it from all perspectives.

It is not dark, it is transparent.

"open your mouth - wait for the bud of the ivy - breathe because it moistens the earth - open your mouth and swallow the seed."

- Camila Fernandez