HUAMALHUA for along time was a faint idea, an amorphous thing but of a deep root entrenched in the heart. During that time, there were events that marked and stirred an inner “deep sea” that directed me always to the same place.
I can´t deny or get away of the necessity of given an image to that has centered my family life, to go and try to understand the origin. The approach that maintained whit Cedros Island was always around stories, two isolated trips, photographs that through the years were coming, etc. ; a sort of myth that trough time has been unveiling itself.
The questions surrounding Mexico and its development are undeniable, there are subjects that become unresolved, all of t hem of important and urgent in the pursuit of democracy and work. Though it is not outlandish to think that “insular” life results in a faint exercise, uninformed, of a lot of bureaucratic anarchy that leaves a lot to the imagination.
This project verses in themes that are of my deep interest: everydayness, the city (what man understands as city and how he lives in it), the body an his manipulation, those marginalized in specific spaces, and the family. It also pretends to observe the relation that man maintains whit nature, the conditions and the power of adaptation. the crafr as a work source and traditions. It is important to understand and give value to oral stories, which nurtures the collective public imagination, giving it a regional identity. Amidst the fog there is half a heart an the pulsing necessity to tell, create…
There is no way and no words to thank those who have accompanied me in the “insanity” for which there is no return. Thanks to my little lighthouses that light up and be there, every time. I always embrace you.
Samahil Borbón Ojeda
Mexico, 2015