Friday, October 16, 2015
Sunday, August 09, 2015
A los Bosques Me Interno Yo
En los Bosques Me Interno Yo, 2014
Cochineal, blood, oil, acrylic and clear polymer on canvas
24”x24”
En los Bosques Me Interno Yo is a work deeply rooted in the exploration of inherited pain, a theme that has long resonated with me as an autistic artist. The piece takes its title from the Peruvian chicha song by Los Destellos, a song that carries with it the echoes of my parents' immigrant experience and the cultural heritage they passed down to me. The lyrics, which speak to the pain of solitude, the scars left by love, and the haunting persistence of memory, serve as both an inspiration and a framework for this piece.
In creating this work, I was particularly focused on the concept of inherited pain—emotional wounds passed down through generations, which I feel deeply despite never having fully experienced love myself. As someone who is autistic, my understanding of love is not drawn from personal experience or limerence, but rather from a more abstract, almost inherited knowledge of its complexities and the pain it can cause. This understanding informs the ambiguity of the figures in the painting, who are caught in a dreamlike landscape of roses, each bloom representing both the beauty and the thorns of love and melancholic memory.
The materials I chose—oil paint, cochineal, and my own blood—are significant to this exploration. The cochineal connects the work to my Andean heritage, while the blood introduces a deeply personal, corporeal element, reflecting the visceral nature of the pain and emotion that I seek to convey. The use of these materials also allows me to bridge the gap between my personal narrative and the broader cultural discourse on identity, memory, and the immigrant experience.
Through "En los Bosques Me Interno Yo," I aim to explore the ways in which pain and love are understood, remembered, and inherited across generations, particularly within the context of cultural identity. This piece is not only a reflection of my personal experiences and inherited memories but also a broader commentary on how our identities are shaped by the landscapes—both emotional and cultural—that we inherit.
Athena Quispe
Monday, November 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Monday, June 09, 2014
Pensamientos
Yo si me preguntó
En que pensara las gotas de lluvia
Al caer y sentir el vacío
Entre las alturas
Y el piso
Aveces es de nieve
En que pensara al esconder las rosas
Al esconder las calles y las luces,
Al esconder las voces.
Aunque el centro esté tranquilo,
Sansón da vueltas
Conmemorando su cabello,
Apretándo en volutas.
La humedez en que pensará,
Al hacer que los gusanos salgen
Exponiéndose en el suelo
Como cena del viajante
En que pensará las nubes del cielo
Al transformarse a conejo a cazador, de flor a sonrisa,
O corazón deformado.
En que pensará el fuego,
Al darme agua caliente de noche,
Y té caliente de día.
Al fin estoy loca,
Y se que ni nadie ni yo,
Piensa en nada.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Necrofet en Huancavelica
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Wiphala; Rainbow in Hell

Cochinilla, sangre humana, óleo
Wiphala: Rainbow in Hell
Athena Quispe
Monday, November 11, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
The Undercommons: Fugitive Planning & Black Study

You can read the rest on JStor if you have a library card!
http://eipcp.net/transversal/0608/mezzadraneilson/en
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
"Sobre la cultura del ruido en el país del silencio"
Friday, May 10, 2013
Reloj no marques las horas (aka la vida y la muerte son lo mismo)
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Piedad por las plantas
Friday, February 08, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Efectivamente era poeta
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Billy Drago Death Reel
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Minimal Man - To Hold You
Saturday, March 10, 2012
chilca: patria del higo, sol
Friday, March 09, 2012
Lo colgo Rodrigo Quijano
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Los Almendra: hippies sin marihuana
Sunday, January 08, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Yo y el Temblor
La canción de esa noche
Suena en mi cabeza
Pero no puedo recordar la letra
Letra quechua, quechua
Ni la melodia,
Solo los temblores y mi risa,
Y mi voz cantándote,
Y tus ojos escuchándome cantar
en quechua, quechua.



























































