
I chose it because, since living in Berlin and Europe more broadly, it has acquired a particular political significance for me in the context of the global situation we are currently living through. The brutal devastation of Gaza and the convenient silence of much of Europe in defending life have dismantled many of the narratives with which we grew up in the Global South.
It has become evident which lives are considered worthy of protection and which can be sacrificed in the name of geopolitical interests. This reflection goes beyond Palestine. We are witnessing a public display of impunity. What for many generations appeared to be an international order based on human rights and democratic values now reveals itself as a set of convenient fictions of power, power that today manifests itself as the power of death.
In the face of this unveiling, I think it is important to turn our attention toward other territories and other traditions of thought. We must revisit ancient forms of knowledge that have also shaped the world, but that have been systematically marginalised by the West. I am interested in these forms of knowledge from the territories where I come from, which also survived processes of genocide, dispossession, and exploitation.
It is from that place that the phrase I will return and I will be millions acquires meaning. As the persistence of memories, knowledge, and collective ways of life that, despite centuries of violence, continue to reappear and reclaim their place in the world.
What has changed are the questions that run through my own experience. In Lima, my earliest artistic investigations focused on sexuality, gender, desire, and pleasure. I was interested in understanding how power operates, particularly through patriarchy, and how femininity could become a point of departure for reading the social dynamics of my own community. Many of those works emerged from observing the neighbourhoods of South Lima where I grew up and from thinking about how violence, precarity, and death become inscribed upon bodies.
Living in Europe shifted some of my questions. I still begin from personal experience, but that experience is now traversed by other ideas: borders, migration, legality, and rights as a fiction. I came to understand that these categories are also historical products of the same structures of power that I had previously been examining through gender. So, I do not think I abandoned one line of inquiry in order to begin another; rather, the field of analysis expanded.
Perhaps that is why a collective dimension appears more strongly now. Not because I decided to stop taking the body as a point of investigation, but because I have begun to question the very idea of the individual as an autonomous and self-sufficient entity.
In some ways, I have begun to feel uncomfortable with the possibility of transferring issues related to gender violence, machismo, or precarity in South America and presenting them in Europe as objects of scrutiny. I worry that certain experiences from the Global South can be consumed as evidence of a supposed moral distance, where Europe appears as the place that observes and South America as the problematic territory being observed.
Through recent contexts of violence, we have seen how the dehumanisation of certain peoples operates precisely through the construction of cultural, political, and religious differences that ultimately justify the disappearance of entire cultures. This has led me to question many of the categories I previously worked with and to ask myself what it means to produce images from a critical position within Europe.
I am more interested in developing projects that establish conversations between the contexts I come from and the territories where the works are exhibited. I am not interested in bringing problems from Peru to Europe as though they were isolated phenomena. In that sense, my relationship to Andean thought has also changed. I no longer understand it solely as a cultural inheritance, but as a critical tool for thinking about the present.
Perhaps that is why I find it difficult to think of love solely as a private experience. I understand it instead as a force that allows us to exist alongside others. Coming from a community like Villa El Salvador, I grew up seeing how people moved forward through collective forms of organisation, mutual aid, and shared responsibility. There was a very clear understanding that nobody saves themselves alone.
Today it is more urgent to ask what it means to speak about freedom in a city and on a continent where cultural institutions, museums, universities, and artistic spaces have reacted so restrictively toward voices denouncing the devastation of Gaza. In recent years, artists and cultural workers have faced cancellations and censorship for expressing critical positions on the matter. That made me question how far this idea of freedom that Berlin projects to the world actually extends.
The question is no longer only who can desire freely, but also who can speak, who can be mourned, and who deserves solidarity.
That story also takes us back to a moment when racialisation became a technology of power. During the colonial period, the caste system organised society according to racial hierarchies that determined who had access to rights and resources, and who was exposed to different forms of exploitation and death. Violence was not an exception to the system; it was one of its foundations.
What I find powerful about the myth of Inkarri is that it allows us to establish a bridge between those histories of colonial violence and many of the forms of violence we continue to witness in the present. Not because they are identical, but because it offers hope regarding the capacity of peoples to survive horror, preserve memory, and rebuild forms of life after violence.















