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SEGOND STAGE

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MICTLANTECUTHI SERIES

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I have been modeling for a few months skulls, finding in clay  figures that shows the material and the emptiness, concave and convex, the mass and space. It has been months of hard work, during which I wished  enrich the series called “MICTLANTECUTHI  - Amehuatzin Uelcamatili -” (dear great lord God of Death). I thought it would be faster and more simple, it was turned some times into a tangled and constant struggle, to gain the upper hand to materials.  At the same time working on the series, helped to make me to realizae that there are more branches to explore, among them stood out for now  the ENTREATS, the MIKISTLI MEMORIALS ( monuments or tombs of our deads ), the TZOMPANTLIS ( walls of skulls ), and the TAMEMES ( porters ), in other side the workshop, materials, projet and time have  help me to refine my axes and discursive foundations  as well as signifiers and meanings of this visual thesis.

Nowadays I confirm that death, is like we understand as time. It is always present, enveloping us, but we never see it, until it becomes obvious. In the same way as with the clock, men have learned to personify it, by doing it we  objectify death, determines and pigeonholes it as a "something", and that why paradoxically becomes unknown and incomprensible, then turns it in a kind of being or aggressive and destructive power. This is too far from reality, death is not at all this, could be said that it serves as a vital function in our lives. It is the suction force of life, without it we would be a kind of nonliving beings, thanks to it we feel oneness and uniqueness, so every moment becomes so meaninful, we need to understand that we do not die once, but we're defoliating, we are dying bit by bit, every minute, until all of us is death or nothing.   Our tragedy is not death, rather the dramatyc thing is how we decided to die. Death itself is not a something or someone, but a becoming, you can not view it in infinitive must leaved to it in gerund. We take a serious risk  just by seeing it without looking at us in its mirror. One can not contemplate a drinking vassel in its entirety whitout seeing the emptiness that it contains, in the same way our gaze to our own existence is incomplete if we do not see the lived void that we left  and the gap will remain at the end.

We don't die, rather we're killing ourselves, we are in some measure the gods that through our actions decided who, how, when and where to die. We should have more care of ourselves and our actions in the particular and social spheres. This would become a good preventive therapy to die well.

Now in this new stage of the “MICTLANTECUTHI” series I invite you to share with me a rapprochement with each one of us, or with this other guy whom is inside of us and reminds us every day who we were. I hope the journey will be enriching .   

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