I was invited to be a resident at Quillagua, a small town located in Atacama desert, during the last week of August 2016. The following posts describe processes, objects and activities that drew my attention while being in Atacama. This travel diary, already filtered by memory and composed far away from Chile, has taken the shape of a map where the desert is mixed with other deserts, where its images create repetitive patterns and discontinuous lines of thought.
Watching the desert from a line
The messenger tries to pass through the crowd. How futile his efforts are. He is still trying to traverse the chambers and doors of the central Palace, he will never resume crossing them. No one would ever be able to pass them, and even less carrying the message of a dead man.
CODELCO// Ankh + mine pit?
