When I look at this installation of matates and manos, it makes me think of the women who used them. of their lives, their stories. Of the all the corn that was ground, all the tortillas. Of the history of corn, which had its start here 10,000 years ago. Of the precious water collected in all the depressions in the stone. The years it must have taken to make those depressions. The weight and heft of the pieces themselves. The creatively of the artists who created the installation, their lives, their families, their stories... the mind races, just as it is supposed to.
This cactus with a base of zempasuchitls, marigolds, sat right next to the matates. Again, a rush of thoughts....
2 comments:
That is beautiful. I love how they use marigolds in display at this time of year.
Where was this display?
I love those metates. I walk into that building, never buy anything, but just hang out with the metates in the patio. Always soothes me. Have a good trip "al norte".
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