I've been listening to music all my life, since I was a little baby. In my family music always has been something important, and everyone in the house likes different genres. For example, my brother likes rock, grunge and metal music. My sister is really into hip hop, soul and ska music. My dad loves cumbia and latin rhythms; and my mom is really into chilean and latin folk.

I grew up listening to all of those genres of music, and that made me be very open to listening to other kinds of music. I think that I don’t’ have a specific favorite genre, but mostly I listen to progressive rock, hip hop, electronic music, neo soul and jazz fusion. Also, I don’t have a favorite artist, but I have a top 10, with no specific order: Flying Lotus, Hiatus Kaiyote, Como asesinar a Felipes, Radiohead, Violeta Parra, Invisible, King Crimson, Mediabanda, Chicarica y Victor Jara.

I use to go to concerts and gigs, in fact, I think that I save and spend money only for it. My first concert was one from Paramore, in 2008.

My oldest memory of learning a song was with my brother. He was teaching me how to play on flute the intro of “Mira niñita” from “Los Jaivas”. I know how to play some instruments, but I have a basic knowledge of it. I know a little about guitar, ukulele and piano. Otherwise, I love to sing, but I feel ashamed of doing it in public.

I think music is important to people and culture because it helps to express ideas and feelings, and people can get identify with it.

I’m bad at taking photos, and this isn’t an exception. I took this photo in summer, in a place called “Mount Tarn”, that is located 70 km to the south of Punta Arenas. The trip to the climb of the mount was beautiful, but it was really hard to me because the road was full of deep holes with mud. It was really easy to fall off and get all muddy, and this picture shows it. I took it a few minutes after my friend, Bruno, sank his leg on a muddy hole.

I like this photo because it reminds me how much we laughed at that moment, and the best part happened a few minutes later. My friends and I were making fun about the bad luck of Bruno, I was almost crying for the hilarious jokes that they were saying, and in that exact moment I fall off, and half of my leg was completely inside of the muddy hole. Taking off my leg from that whole was a mess, it was blocked, and the fact that I couldn’t stop to laugh was making it harder.