Ana María Fuentes

Ana María Fuentes works tirelessly at the toll booth on the highway out of Valparaíso, her life a rhythm of repetitive metal clicks and rust-stained dreams. Having lived in various small places, she carries a pebble from each location in her coat, obsessed with the contrasts of corrosion she observes on long, silent shifts. These tiny stones, alongside the toll booth's mechanical hum, inspire her untrained, heartfelt music that echoes the patina of her existence.