EL TIEMPO ES ORO
EL TIEMPO ES ORO
Migration is not just a change of place.
It is a change of self.
Migration is not just a change of place. It is a change of self.
It is choosing\to leave, but never fully arriving.
It is the daily balancing act between where you are, where you were, and who you are becoming.
El tiempo es oro (time is gold) is a personal reflection on my experience living in Australia.
Eight years of loving a new home while constantly carrying the weight of another.
It explores the unseen side of migration: the sacrifice, the fractured identity, the nostalgia
that lives beneath the surface of everyday life.
The exhibition brings together multiple pieces, each representing a fragment of this experience.
Eight ceramic vases represent each year living in Australia.
Fragile, yet resilient.
Three paintings reflect the invisible costs of migration.
They speak to the loss of a career, financial instability, and the splintering of identity into multiple versions of self.
EL TIEMPO ES ORO
EL TIEMPO ES ORO
A Frankenstein mural portrays the merging of two cultures into a body that
does not always feel whole. Pieced together, yet never fully one or the other.
A ceramic heart extends its roots outward, but they never touch the ground.
The phrase I’m from Argentina appears like a mantra, embroidered over and over again
across the fabric.
It responds to a question that is often asked with kindness and curiosity but never
stops being asked. It is a reminder that
I am not from here.
A window curtain made of drops represents the tears, blood, and time
poured into the migration journey.
Together, these works speak to the emotional complexity of leaving home. The freedom and the loss.
The dream and the sacrifice.
The joy of discovering a new life, and the quiet, persistent ache of everything left behind.
This exhibition does not offer answers. It opens space for questions.
Where do we truly belong?
Can we be from more than one place?
What happens to the version of us that never left?
This is the B–side of migration. It is rarely shown, but deeply felt.
It is for those who stayed,
those who left,
and those who, like me, live somewhere in between.
– FANIA (Estefania Minniti)