Little Cities in Heaven




    


The relation with death has been very strong and sacred in this land dating back thousands of years since Mesoamerica and despite being mix nowadays with the new vision brought by the Catholic Church, people have made it their own without forgetting completely their past.



Photos: On my way to Santa Maria Ixcatlán 









Neon







Jesus











The Red
Tlapazola
Women

We worked for two months with Maria and Rufina from San Marcos Tlapazola for our ceramic pieces (coming soon). In this community red clay is part of their tradition as a daily activity to make house utilities such as comales, pots and plates. We have known each other for three years now and I am convinced that these women are made from fire. 













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Burning the pieces outside Maria’s house. We were in the middle of the street and for them it was the most normal and casual thing to do.

 
















San Marcos at 7pm






My favorite hour to travel in Oaxaca is from 5 to 7 pm. At this time you can  strongly feel the presence of the mountains surrounding this valley, embracing it, containing it.




Random 













5:00 to 6:30pm












Holy Week


















The shapes & colors 











Old/New World

 Photos from Tijuana, DF & Oaxaca













Manuel & Lucrecia





















San Marcos




San Marcos Tlapazola, Oaxaca. Place of the Zapotec people.

In the Mayan cosmology it is said that man was made and born from the corn.  For me the women of San Marcos are made from clay, water and fire. They are the Red Women.


Pottery making has been a tradition for the Zapotec people for centuries, pass from generation to generation. In San Marcos mainly women work on pottery.











Everything in their ceramic process is done by hand, they get the materials provided by their surroundings. For the burning, usually men go to the mountains and collect wood from yucca trees (mainly), putting them together and carring it back to the town.



















Xalapa





On my way to Xalapa I found this landscape, it was like a gift to me. This land seems full of mysteries constantly calling for someone to hear them.

Xalapa comes from the Nahuatl roots xālli   [ˈʃaːlːi]  āpan [ˈaːpan] which means “Spring in the sand” 










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