La Llorona

The slim sticks of metal (death) and the flower in a broken vase (life despite aversion). This representation of LA LLORONA is my personal take on it, It comes from fragments of a myth told by my cousins and of a later interpretation from Professor Juan (who cited Paz). La Llorona kills her children because they are not accepted into either world. They are born into a world of solitude and rather than have them suffer this way, La Llorona kills them while condemning herself to wander the lands, forever alone. I began to pick up on the similarities immigrants and children of immigrants experience into the current extension of Mexico in the United States. The screen implies the shadowy nature of a ghost while also serving as a border limiting who passes. Though all the strings stem from the same story of life and death not all of them pass through and are weakened in the process. 

LA LLORONA is a story of thresholds. Invisible thresholds that define peoples lives and experiences. How many Mexican immigrants live in constant fear of being found  and deported? The loneliness of children who were brought here so young and don't know Mexico yet they cannot feel safe here... Isn't that so similar to the story of LA LLORONA? She followed us across another invisible border, LA FRONTERA, she has experience with them. 

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The frame is thick and raw giving off an aura of authority and with LA LLORONA trapped inside the frame. Partially in the shadows. Broken glass adorns her. There is something in the legend that implies that  she is broken or has been broken. Caught in a web and unable to move on to the world of the dead. 

Una flor de un foco roto y navajas... Como se materializa la muerte?...

Es La Llorona La Muerte?

Para mi La Llorona es una herida habierta. 

Me acuerdo haber leido hace tiempo que las mujeres nacieron con una herida entre las piernas.....

"She does not resist violence but is an inert heap of bones, blood,  and dust. Her taint is constitutional and resides, as we said earlier, in her sex. This passivity OPEN to the outside world, causes her to lose her identity. She is the CHINGADA. She loses her name; she is no one; she dissapears into nothingness. She is NOTHINGNESS. 

And yet she is the cruel incarnation of the feminine condition." (Paz 85-86)

Or is it all in our heads? Because workers cannot be heros...