By Frida Mendoza
How many times has art been an escape to quiet our daily worries? It is common that at the end of our daily day, the living room becomes a space that invites us to disperse, to think about other things and distract ourselves, even if it is only for a short time while we watch something.
A few years ago, I wrote in this same space how Alma Delia Murillo 's work and specifically her book La cabeza de mi padre touched very important fibers and motivated me to write about my own story as the daughter of an absent father. Today, I not only sustain that but I extend this idea to something I enjoy very much but then I can't do as often as I would like: enjoy a good series or movie.
Then, I remember Alejandra Ambrosi 's performance in the play Hilos that is currently being presented at Foro Lucerna every Monday and how she left all of us who saw her with a lump in our throats just watching and listening to her portray a woman who was a victim of gender violence.
That impotence of not being able to do anything, of witnessing and accompanying stories that are current in our days is impressive and it seems to me that this is the added value of being in the same space as the artist she represents.
What are women telling us in their performances lately? Just a few days have passed since the Oscar ceremony and with it the closing of a turbulent awards season that generated indignation -from my perspective well justified- with some nominations for a film that I prefer not to dwell on, also brought us closer to powerful and current stories that invite us to reflect.