Melanie Pardo

A Chair Named Maura

I don't love you anymore (but you keep blowing my mind)

I don't love you anymore (but you keep blowing my mind)

I don't love you anymore (but you keep blowing my mind)

My first show

Three little cartons that looked under the criteria of Agustín as pieces of a strange puzzle

Guido, an afternoon

Somewhere, Hereafter

The Persistence of the Scene

Tres mareas