![]() She was convinced that nothing could bring her relief. ![]() On the bleak morning of Matias' birthday, Carmina walked to a narrow bridge several blocks away from home. Crippled with self-loathing, she could no longer paint. Months passed, yet her loss was as fresh as morning dew. Her father did not say a word, because he did not have to. The following morning, the world was cloaked in darkness. Her father snatched Matias's body away from her, and she cried until her voice broke. Her father found Carmina sobbing on the creek's shore, clutching her brother's body in her arms, surrounded by a murder of crows. She jumped into the creek and found him floating on the surface with vacant eyes, unblinking. While searching, she saw a bright red coat floating on the narrow creek by the house - Matias' jacket. She called her brother's name, looking for him everywhere. She asked her father, but he had paid no attention to Matias. When she returned outside, Matias was nowhere to be seen. Carmina rushed to the house to answer the phone and hung up a few seconds later. Her father remained in the yard, drinking his beer. She became the caretaker of Matias, her little brother, despite still being a child herself.Ī year later, Carmina was painting with Matias outside when the telephone rang. Her father blamed Carmina for her mother's abandonment, which added to her grief. She grew up carrying the guilt of her mother's sudden departure. Sitting outside, she painted dramatic fjords while feeding the crows nested in the tree next to the house. Growing up a rugged coastal village in southern Chile, she sketched the sublime landscapes of Patagonia. Carmina Mora was a gifted artist who carried the guilt of her young brother's death.
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