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In a piece she titled Anima, or Soul, which she executed in Oaxaca in 1976, she appropriated the Mexican tradition of fireworks displays by having a bamboo armature made in the shape of her own body, attaching small fireworks to it, and setting them ablaze (pl. 18). As is common in her other works, this […]

One should never erect from a plane or from a drawing; on the contrary, the authentic path is to create infinite possible projections in space – daughters, not mothers. The wind is a space covered with times and aromas. The ocean wanted to be a cloud, because I was sad I was witness White heart […]

Suppose one’s body could be traced back through a succession of geometric solids, as rare and pure as crystalline structures, taking form from the pressure of recalled external forces… the incubator, laundry-box, font, pram, boat, shoe, wigwam, bed, piano, desk, horse, temple, door …… and if geometry is an expression of eternal and exact truths, […]