my "professional" information in a plot twist

–First I would like to say that if you read my entry "my red convertible Porsche" you will already know that this thing that I'm doing in this institution don't represent my interests. Or maybe should say: if you read that entry you will know that I'm quite doubtful. In that entry I said that I should stick to my original plan, so now I'm trying to bend my destiny and do what was undo.–

I have a Design degree with focusing in Industrial Design and currently I'm a student in the Dance program of the Arts Faculty in Universidad de Chile.

At the end of my first degree I started thinking in a way of transform the disciplinar field I was told I should perform my professional knowledge and add to it my own perspective and interests. I decided not to take to an end my final project and pospone my residence, with the aim of going out and pursuit new places and disciplines where I could insert myself.

The plan A was: ask for a working holiday visa to Denmark and use the time spend there visiting the Fine Arts school and the Design school looking for programs that link architecture, interior and stage design, and which had a artisanal and more low production approach. In the other hand, I'd used the three months window for travel to London and search for an internship or residence at Aithor's Troup workshop. Then I'd return to Chile and finish my career using all the Design information gather during the trip as the subject for my final project.

The executed plan was: I took an audition for a Dance program, I passed, I took the program. I never traveled.

Results: now I would like to complete a certification in "musculoskeletal system applied" in the Medicine Faculty of Universidad de Chile, and then apply to a Fondart and be able to travel to Denmark and take the intensive course dictate by Fighting Monkeys® and maybe take the chance and travel to L.A. and complete a certification in Functional Range Conditioning®. In the meanwhile, I would like to explore the field in between the fashion film and the video dance, the production and making of these two, not so distant, audiovisual formats.

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