I’m a woman from Oaxaca, a state in the south of Mexico where I have no roots; my family comes from two different places, one of them is a tiny village where everyone migrates, mostly to the United States. I barely know some of them, what I know about my roots is through the stories that my father used to tell me. I lack of a sense of clan. I photograph people that embody these stories, issues related to religion, ancient faith, ways of government and the syncretism among cultures.
Oaxaca has a diversity of cultures, each one with their own language and traditions, all of these according to the geography with their own ecosystem designated by the two mountain ranges; in this photographic work I’m exploring the isthmus of Tehuantepec and the valley of Oaxaca. I’m photographing the rites of passage of women getting married, boys working on the corn fields, traditional celebrations for catholic saints, the different roles that women fulfill as a juxtaposition from other cultures nearby, and a funeral where people need to send photographs to the illegal family members that live in the United States.
