Cecilia Traslaviña

by Cecilia Traslaviña

Fabricia was born from my childhood memories when my mother would take me to the office where she worked. Memories of the endless corridors leading to huge cubicles where I saw endless rows of women typing at their machines often came to my memory. This image of the women saddened me, because I felt that they were glued to the machines that were stealing their souls. After many years a little paper girl named Fabricia emerged from memory to free those women from their inexorable destiny of becoming machines.

• Drama
• Experimental

by Cecilia Traslaviña

A journey through the profound silence of a mother.

• Drama
• Experimental
• Non-narrative

by Cecilia Traslaviña

Fabricia was born from my childhood memories when my mother would take me to the office where she worked. Memories of the endless corridors leading to huge cubicles where I saw endless rows of women typing at their machines often came to my memory. This image of the women saddened me, because I felt that they were glued to the machines that were stealing their souls. After many years a little paper girl named Fabricia emerged from memory to free those women from their inexorable destiny of becoming machines.

• Drama
• Experimental

by Cecilia Traslaviña

Fabricia was born from my childhood memories when my mother would take me to the office where she worked. Memories of the endless corridors leading to huge cubicles where I saw endless rows of women typing at their machines often came to my memory. This image of the women saddened me, because I felt that they were glued to the machines that were stealing their souls. After many years a little paper girl named Fabricia emerged from memory to free those women from their inexorable destiny of becoming machines.

• Drama
• Experimental