My culture is a gift. Bred from struggle and diversity, Mexico’s culture, my culture, is as beautiful as it is hardened, and demands to be seen instead of fled from. Like pearls in oysters, Mexico’s dark and slandered image hides gorgeous art. Countless foreign cultures have inhabited Mexico, guiding and persuading its art into something unique. Steeped in mysticism, shrouded by violence, and dressed in golden tropical sunsets, this is the culture that my photography praises and worships.
As we grow and become independent, it’s tempting to stray from our roots, run from them even. Instead, my photography is peppered with reminders of heritage. Every photograph is a memento, carrying with it the unique identity of my given culture. They are mementos of every struggle and every beauty buried in the culture.
These photographs are more than just windows into a culture though. I aim for photography that speaks. Photography that breathes. My work is an attempt to represent our lives. This is:
Adolfo Pumarejo, 2016