The landscapes of my memories are filled with mountains, abuelas, aromas de café, pulque, freshly made tortilla and burning copal.
Diaspora experiences involve navigating fractured identities and a constant negotiation between heritage and new realities, leading to an intense search for belonging. Feelings of being "in-between" cultures, questioning "Who am I?", and recreating "home" through memory, community and new cultural practices becomes part of everyday life.
In the search for renovated meanings of home and belonging, I question: what is a place if not another relationship. And what is identity linked to a birth-place, when this place only exists in the memories of the before. When no longer the registers in the body can sustain the past encounters.
where is the place that i long for in my dreams?
the landscapes i crave
the things out of reach
the intangible
the smell of jacarandas and cempasúchitl
a sound
ombligo de la tierra. tatei kie
the mountains –
this country has no mountains
floripondio. ajolote. humo…
you are no more
México de mis memorias,
i am at peace with you.
