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Proyectos

2014 - 2023                                                                                                                                                                                       Fotogafías 35mm y Digital x Emilio Marín

2023                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        F.I.L Buenos Aires


2021                                                                                                                                                                               Pabellón de Chile, Bienal de Arquitectura de Venecia 

2021                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           C.I.D
2010                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Miss Lonely House
2014                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Casa Santa Julia
2014                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Liga 15

2014                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Laboratorio de Gobierno
2014                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Edificio Pedro Lautaro Ferrer II

Textos

  1. Diario de vida de un monumento (2003-2023)
  2. Too Much Magazine - Geografía Romántica
  3. One Obstruction
  4. Apartamento Magazine Issue #21 - Entrevista y fotografías a Juan Grimm
  5. Statement Testimonial Spaces

Fotografía

  1. Registros 35 mm y Digital [2010-2023]



Testimonial Spaces
Chilean pavilion at the 17th International Architecture Exhibition, la biennale di Venezia

  1. Statement
  2. Painting
  3. Space
  4. Team


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Emilio Marín
Concepción, 1972  



Es arquitecto de la Facultad de Arquitectura y Urbanismo de la Universidad de Chile (1998). Magister en Artes, con mención en Artes Visuales. En 2005 fundó su estudio. Esta se especializa en diversos campos de la arquitectura contemporánea, ha desarrollado proyectos para clientes públicos y privados. Recibió el Premio Bienal Santiago XVII, con la obra Biblioteca Pública de Licantén. Participó como arquitecto invitado en el taller Porto Academy 2014 en Oporto, Portugal. Fue expositor en LIGA 15, Ciudad de México. 2014 quedó finalista en el MCHAP EMERGE 2014-15 del IIT, con el proyecto Centro de Interpretación del Desierto (C.I.D). 2019 es seleccionado como curador de Chile, para la 17ª Exposición Internacional de Arquitectura, La Biennale di Venezia, con la propuesta Testimonial Spaces, para representar a Chile.


Mark




A Metal Croos
at The Top of a Hill
Above a Mining Town

By
Emilio Marin




Between one house and another there was a 50 meters distance, and there was only desert. Behind them was an alley, about fifty meters wide that ran throughout the camp, it was there where the garbage truck went, every time it appeared, my dog followed the truck around camp all day. The  entire camp knew the name of my dog, " Max" . In the house right in front of mine, two sisters lived there for some time, and they probably were around my age. They said they were in love with me (or so I remember ). I must have been 11 years or less, they insistently wanted to kiss me, I remember we were in the alley behind my house and I told them I would agree only if they first undressed and went running naked through the houses across the alley, they agreed to this demand, took off their clothes and underwear, and I saw them running hurriedly over the dusty sand pavement, back and forth.
Was this a titillating hint of the secret of feeling in power?.

There, in the village, one could find everything, but only one thing of every kind; they had a cinema, a "grocery store", a pharmacy, a bank, a library, a plaza, a soccer field, a Catholic church, an evangelical church, a police station, a swimming pool, a golf course, a tennis club, a hairdresser, but also, two public schools that either way were numbered, one was for the children of professionals with leading positions within the company and the other was for the rest of the laborers. I remember how my mom used to take us walking to " the hill of the cross ", a hill about 200 meters higher up than the camp. The pathway to climb was only rocks, dust and more rocks. While up on the top, there was nothing more than an aluminum cross about 7 meters high. Facing south you could see the camp in the middle of the desert with the big mine hill in the background, and looking north one could see into infinity, a landscape without end, without limits nor borders, a delightful sight of giant hills of different colors. It was freedom and solitude at the same time, it was the wind sounding after getting between the metal sections of the structure of the cross. The distances to all the different places was possible to make by walking, even very late at night. I never had hours to follow, I was never afraid, and never did anyone lay on me any limits. The only green area in the camp was what they called " The Forest ", it was about 1,500 meters to get there from the nearest house facing west, the water used to irrigate it came from something called “the poop plant", " The Forest " was thus watered with sewage and you had to endure the smell in order to get there. At night the stars were so bright, that it shone up to day, one could see the satellites passing by all the time.








Publicado en  TOO MUCH  magazine Nº5  - Romantic Geographic