Tejido a mano en telar Jacquard computarizado/Handwoven on computer controlled Jacquard loom. 

 

Serie basada en las pinturas cuzqueñas que representan a la Virgen niña hilando vestida como Ñusta Inca, imágenes que mestizan la cultura andina con la española. 

Para las culturas precolombinas, el tejido era parte fundamental del universo cultural, un lenguaje de conocimiento y transmisión simbólica. Al avanzar los invasores españoles, encuentran que en varios poblados incas se han quemado los depósitos textiles: su importancia es tal que consideran estratégico que no caigan en manos del enemigo. 

Ese es mi oro: la fibra que guarda la memoria del tiempo anterior al saqueo. Historias desplazadas por la mirada colonial, que sin embargo atraviesan los siglos en las manos que tejen y crean saberes de intercambio y resistencia. Nos permiten recuperar la idea de crianza mutua. El hilo nos cuida mientras lo cuidamos. La fibra nos enseña a escuchar, a acompañar, a sostener el ritmo de otro cuerpo. Mi niña descubre ese tesoro: un mundo donde se pueden tejer relaciones que no conquistan sino que nutren.

 

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A series based on paintings from Cusco depicting the Virgin Mary as a young girl—dressed as an Inca *Ñusta* (princess) and spinning thread—images that blend Andean and Spanish cultures.

For pre-Columbian cultures, weaving was a fundamental part of the cultural universe—a language of knowledge and symbolic transmission. As the Spanish invaders advanced, they discovered that textile storehouses in various Inca settlements had been burned; the textiles were considered so vital that preventing them from falling into enemy hands was deemed a strategic necessity.

That is my gold: the fiber that holds the memory of the time before the looting. These are stories displaced by the colonial gaze, yet they endure across the centuries in the hands that weave and create knowledge rooted in exchange and resistance. They allow us to reclaim the concept of mutual nurturing. The thread cares for us as we care for it. The fiber teaches us to listen, to accompany, and to sustain the rhythm of another body. My girls discovers this treasure: a world where we can weave relationships that do not conquer, but rather nourish.