The first word I learned to say is guaita. My paternal grandmother would take me for a walk in the trolley, and as we wandered around she would point at things with her finger and say: “Guaita Laia, guaita!”. She spoke a particular Catalan, she would say guaita instead of mira (look at). Guaitar means to watch carefully, analysing what is observed. Vigilant. Jo guaito 👀️
Previous random work, mostly playing with photography
2009–2014
Some has been published in self-edited zines. Other images are floating around Tumblr and Instagram (1, 2, 3). 'My Banana' was exhibited at Rox Gallery (R.I.P) in NYC.