Sheila Rodríguez Castillo



The moment when you’re feeling emptiness taking over your body, a never ending free fall. A tired woman, nervous, short-tempered under pressure of the abnormal and contradictory.

She’s lost any emotion, what is concrete, what is personal, what is real - everything reduced into abstractions - isolated in a solitary moment of the self surrounded by a lake of oblivion.

A woman without past or future, prisoner of an instant that changes constantly. A woman who thinks she has lost herself but can’t really be certain, as she’s currently absent.