Homage to memory
It is reborn every day from the scraps they left us. From those they did not steal. From the memories of a people who have not forgotten. From an entire continent, whipped and mutilated. But always standing, never on its knees.
And so it is reborn with the strength of song and dance. The streets, dyed in vivid colours, are invaded by saints, virgins and demons. Legends of sun and moon travel through time, among crosses and swords. Shouts, dancing, joy. The living earth.
Artist's text. Excerpt.
