{"id":995,"date":"2020-05-20T16:55:53","date_gmt":"2020-05-20T14:55:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/?page_id=995"},"modified":"2020-06-02T16:58:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-02T14:58:26","slug":"amanda-del-valle","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/aunoonline\/amanda-del-valle\/","title":{"rendered":"Amanda del Valle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong><em>Primavera Negra by Amanda del Valle.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In October 2019, in response of the raise of Santiago\u2019s metro subway fare, the increased cost of living, privatisation and inequality prevalent in my motherland.&nbsp; protests began in Chile&#8217;s capital, Santiago, as a coordinated fare evasion campaign by secondary school students which led to spontaneous takeovers of the city&#8217;s main train stations and open confrontations with the police.&nbsp; On 25 October, over a million people took to the streets throughout Chile to protest against President Pi\u00f1era, demanding his resignation.As of December 28, 29 people have died, nearly 2,500 have been injured, and 2,840 have been arrested. Human rights organisations have received several reports of violations conducted against protesters by security forces, including torture, sexual abuse and sexual assault.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I haven\u2019t been in my home after three years, that concept was getting significantly lost, I had the feeling that I no longer had a home, my home will never be coming back, I already lived through the horrors that come with protests and only felt immense fear and transported myself to the arena of the unwell. The feeling that all of your friends could die, that your family is not safe is a pitifully creepy feeling in fact. It made me realize how the insistence of humanity that has become an unbearable indignity. \u201cI\u201d am (alone) as the tasteless exhibition of an endogenous torment, for it is remarkable how degraded a discourse can become when it is marked by the obsessive reiteration of the abstract ego, mixing arrogance with pallid humility. This sort of violence is one i\u2019m very familiar with, the constant exposure to violent imagery would result in desensitization to the gravity of human suffering,&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-youtube wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"primavera negra\" width=\"580\" height=\"326\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/NovRRAlZH0I?start=3&#038;feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Was it appropriate to take videos of other people\u2019s suffering? violence turns anybody subjected to it into a thing, retort those who in a given situation see no alternative to armed struggle, violence can exalt someone subjected to it into a martyr or a hero. Being a spectator of calamities taking place in another country is a quintessential modern experience, Creating a perch for a particular conflict in the consciousness of viewers exposed to dramas from everywhere requires the daily diffusion and rediffusion of snippets of footage about the conflict. The understanding of war among people who have not experienced war is now chiefly a product of the impact of these images. Something becomes real\u2014to those who are elsewhere, following it as &#8220;news&#8221;\u2014by being photographed. But a catastrophe that is experienced will often seem eerily like its representation, synonymous with time as such. My home will be forever gone.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--nextpage-->\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>\u201cThe mother\u2019s daughter smells of blood, milk, sperm and bowels\u201d<\/em><\/strong> <strong><em>by Amanda del Valle<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery alignwide columns-3 is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><ul class=\"blocks-gallery-grid\"><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1920\" height=\"1280\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"1903\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/variante-kacheln\/amanda-del-valle\/img_9157\/\" class=\"wp-image-1903\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9157-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px\" \/><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1920\" height=\"1280\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"1905\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/variante-kacheln\/amanda-del-valle\/img_9158\/\" class=\"wp-image-1905\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9158-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px\" \/><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1920\" height=\"1280\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"1907\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/variante-kacheln\/amanda-del-valle\/img_9159\/\" class=\"wp-image-1907\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9159-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px\" \/><\/figure><\/li><li class=\"blocks-gallery-item\"><figure><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1920\" height=\"1280\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161.jpg\" alt=\"\" data-id=\"1911\" data-full-url=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161.jpg\" data-link=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/variante-kacheln\/amanda-del-valle\/img_9161\/\" class=\"wp-image-1911\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161.jpg 1920w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blog.zhdk.ch\/auno\/files\/2020\/06\/IMG_9161-1200x800.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1920px) 100vw, 1920px\" \/><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>The mother\u2019s trauma comes along with a certain muscular clenching, a constriction of the physical, the jaws, the fists, arms and chest. It is the complementary dissatisfaction of the mother, as though no brutal breakdown can be quite brutal enough. It is a fissure, a crack, the lack of being. An insufficiency compared to the promised plenitude. The daughter\u2019s failures are the mother\u2019s victories, the mother\u2019s injuries are to b handed down to the daughter. The mother&#8217;s failures are to be paid for by the daughter. The mother&#8217;s unhappiness is to be the daughter&#8217;s unhappiness. It&#8217;s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut.\u201d the mother-daughter&#8217;s bond is the muscular being a daughter, is traumatizing it spans the gamut of anguish, agony, and annihilation of self, but also chart a pathway to a more balanced existence. As an argument between the mother and the lover-the daughter is just meat.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The mother is not to be understood according to the logic of selfish desire but under the loss of selfhood-which is akin to the experience of death. One becomes the life-giver of the mother, the source of nutritiousness, this work was born out of my parent madness and transmitted through the metonymy.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--nextpage-->\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>I stopped brushing my hair seven days ago.<\/em><\/strong> <strong><em>by Amanda del Valle<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>the eye is connected with the brain; the brain with the nervous system. That system sends its messages in a flash through every past memory and present feeling, that\u00a0is the movement of violent liberation from servility, the collapse of my own transcendence. Inhibiting the sacrificial relapse of isolated being is the broad utilitarianism inherent to humanity, correlated with a profane delimination from mankind ferocious nature that finds its formula by the physical act of touch; the final guarantor of persistent being, the submission of (ruinous) time to reason, and thus the ultimate principle of utility. For me touch is a long, tedious almost torturous process.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-youtube wp-block-embed is-type-video is-provider-youtube wp-embed-aspect-16-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"I stopped brushing my hair seven days ago.\" width=\"580\" height=\"326\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/QVJCiaDz2JU?start=20&#038;feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>When I don\u2019t allow people to touch me there is a thoroughgoing dehumanisation of nature, involving the uttermost impersonalise in the explanation of natural forces, and vigorously atheological cosmology. No residue, an instinctive fastidiousness in respect to all the traces of human matter, as it\u2019s most ignoble part, it\u2019s gutter\u2026the gentleness with which all has treated me has been a source of considerable embarrassment. No one less worthy of sanctity, when I stare into the eyes of the touch I connect with it\u2019s inexistence in a community of the kiln, I try to smile. Our ideas of love are terribly bound up in our ambivalence about these two conditions \u2014 the positive and negative valuations of childhood, the positive and negative valuations of adulthood. And I think that, for many people, love (in this case, touch) signifies a return to values that are represented by childhood and that seem censored by the dried-up, mechanized, adult kinds of coercions of work and rules and responsibilities and impersonality.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Primavera Negra by Amanda del Valle. 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