Lina Rodriguez

Marinela was born in Canada but was sent back to Colombia at age four. Her return to Canada as an adult has left her with the uncanny experience of relearning a place she once knew. In this compelling portrait, Marinela and two other immigrant Latina women share memories and feelings that have shaped their lives in the diaspora. Slowly, common themes and shared experiences emerge: a struggle with language (a sensual Spanish, a limiting English); a fraught relationship with memory (holding on to there while here); questions of belonging (in birth families and chosen ones). Shot in textured 16mm film, the women's identities remain concealed as their voices guide the film's carefully constructed vignettes. A unique and evocative portrait of migration, My Two Voices perfectly captures the multiplicity of an immigrant's sense of being.

Marinela was born in Canada but was sent back to Colombia at age four. Her return to Canada as an adult has left her with the uncanny experience of relearning a place she once knew. In this compelling portrait, Marinela and two other immigrant Latina women share memories and feelings that have shaped their lives in the diaspora. Slowly, common themes and shared experiences emerge: a struggle with language (a sensual Spanish, a limiting English); a fraught relationship with memory (holding on to there while here); questions of belonging (in birth families and chosen ones). Shot in textured 16mm film, the women's identities remain concealed as their voices guide the film's carefully constructed vignettes. A unique and evocative portrait of migration, My Two Voices perfectly captures the multiplicity of an immigrant's sense of being.

Marinela was born in Canada but was sent back to Colombia at age four. Her return to Canada as an adult has left her with the uncanny experience of relearning a place she once knew. In this compelling portrait, Marinela and two other immigrant Latina women share memories and feelings that have shaped their lives in the diaspora. Slowly, common themes and shared experiences emerge: a struggle with language (a sensual Spanish, a limiting English); a fraught relationship with memory (holding on to there while here); questions of belonging (in birth families and chosen ones). Shot in textured 16mm film, the women's identities remain concealed as their voices guide the film's carefully constructed vignettes. A unique and evocative portrait of migration, My Two Voices perfectly captures the multiplicity of an immigrant's sense of being.

Marinela was born in Canada but was sent back to Colombia at age four. Her return to Canada as an adult has left her with the uncanny experience of relearning a place she once knew. In this compelling portrait, Marinela and two other immigrant Latina women share memories and feelings that have shaped their lives in the diaspora. Slowly, common themes and shared experiences emerge: a struggle with language (a sensual Spanish, a limiting English); a fraught relationship with memory (holding on to there while here); questions of belonging (in birth families and chosen ones). Shot in textured 16mm film, the women's identities remain concealed as their voices guide the film's carefully constructed vignettes. A unique and evocative portrait of migration, My Two Voices perfectly captures the multiplicity of an immigrant's sense of being.

Having fled Colombia after her husband was murdered, an environmental lawyer rebuilds her life in Toronto with her tempestuous daughter, only to risk losing everything when her traumatic past re-surfaces.

Having fled Colombia after her husband was murdered, an environmental lawyer rebuilds her life in Toronto with her tempestuous daughter, only to risk losing everything when her traumatic past re-surfaces.

Having fled Colombia after her husband was murdered, an environmental lawyer rebuilds her life in Toronto with her tempestuous daughter, only to risk losing everything when her traumatic past re-surfaces.

Having fled Colombia after her husband was murdered, an environmental lawyer rebuilds her life in Toronto with her tempestuous daughter, only to risk losing everything when her traumatic past re-surfaces.

Shot on grainy, amber-like Super 8, Lina Rodriguez’s elusive and evocative Ante Mis Ojos offers a fragmentary glimpse of Colombia's mythic Lake Guatavita, long considered the inspiration for the legend of El Dorado.

Bright and beautiful, 17-year-old Adelaida enjoys a comfortable family life with her parents in an apartment in Bogotá. But soon the cracks begin to show through the veneer of this picture perfect family.

Bright and beautiful, 17-year-old Adelaida enjoys a comfortable family life with her parents in an apartment in Bogotá. But soon the cracks begin to show through the veneer of this picture perfect family.

Bright and beautiful, 17-year-old Adelaida enjoys a comfortable family life with her parents in an apartment in Bogotá. But soon the cracks begin to show through the veneer of this picture perfect family.

Bright and beautiful, 17-year-old Adelaida enjoys a comfortable family life with her parents in an apartment in Bogotá. But soon the cracks begin to show through the veneer of this picture perfect family.

To protect them from the evil eye, tradition says that newborns must be soaked and wrapped in a blanket from toe to neck for seven days. When her child is born, Hana decides to ignore what she believes to be an old superstition.

To protect them from the evil eye, tradition says that newborns must be soaked and wrapped in a blanket from toe to neck for seven days. When her child is born, Hana decides to ignore what she believes to be an old superstition.

Alejandra, a young middle class woman from Bogotá, in her daily routines, capturing both her moments alone and her interactions with the world.

Alejandra, a young middle class woman from Bogotá, in her daily routines, capturing both her moments alone and her interactions with the world.

Alejandra, a young middle class woman from Bogotá, in her daily routines, capturing both her moments alone and her interactions with the world.

Impressions of an afternoon at the Cimetière du Montparnasse.