“My words demand the silence of a wasteland.” Alejandra Pizarnik.
This is a work about freedom. A small freedom. Or the illusion of it. It is a work about disappearances, flowers and hope.
Ciudad Juárez is located on the border of Mexico and the United States, in the middle of the Chihuahuan desert. Since the nineties it has been infested by the murder of women whose bodies have been found buried in different parts of the region. The impunity of the local and national authorities has made the specific reason of this endless femicide unknown. Thousands of bodies have been found mostly in desertic soil, sometimes first by scavengers or birds of prey.
I have been researching and recording in a botanical logbook, the flowers that grow in that land: ‘Anoda Cristata, Rumex Obtusifolius, Eryngium Carlinae…’ With forensic anthropology ideas I have been exploring the transmutation between the human remains and nature, how the buried bodies slowly turn into the soil and then into the flowers, and into the birds and insects that feed on them.
As an act of resistance and a homage to the women mutilated and buried in that soil, I have been making a series of large-scale digital paintings showing the ‘soul’ of each of the flowers growing there.