This Is Not The End Of The World
With the exhibition ‘This is not the end of the world’ I recalled the Nordic omen of winter (Fimbulvetr) that with frosts announced the end of the world (Ragnarok); or Boreas, the Greek god of the cold north wind that lashes at the end of autumn with his icy breath, also the winter solstice, which in pre-Hispanic times the Mexicas practiced human sacrifices to drive the sun back into its new cycle.
This winter in Mexico, between the sounds of ambulances, desperate messages looking for oxygen, psychological numbness before the tragedy or the fiction of individual good sense while criticizing our neighbors, getting angry with different groups, society, or the government, we are leaving behind family, friends, and people that we love.
In Winter Language I decided to place some writings, ideas, and poems that came into my mind about the difficult times we’re living in, where uncertainty lurks and the hope of a new cycle still permeates some of us.
Photo: Leonardo Luna.
Photo: Leonardo Luna
Photo: Leonardo Luna