Indigenous struggles across the Americas are portrayed from the wet depths of the rainforest, across the northern forests, and towards its arid regions. It narrates events faced by the Yanomami, Mohawk, and Pascua Yaqui peoples, transcending the rigid boundaries of contemporary political borders.
In the heart of a place void of time and territorial space,
Lies a practice,
Geographies converge, interconnected, essence of traditions entwine, (traditions unbound),
Landscapes align.
Beyond borders, voices emerge strong,
Indigenous histories belong,
Communicating through poetry as a measuring medium that's free,
From the burdens of accuracy,
Where metrics define truth,
Memory, imaginaries and sensoriality becomes,
Harmoniously futures.
Through, illustrations and photography,
The narratives of struggles are expressed,
Crafting insights to the sacred,
Their values, their truths.
Yet questions linger, in the air they soar,
How do geographies of tradition and modernity coexist?
Across the land, wisdom's lore.
In this practice, we find a guide,
Of a call to action,
A need for urgent reaction,
Embrace the tactile without solidity,
Opaque with political transparency,
Fleeting over time.
So let us heed this call, this invitation,
To join together in the quest, for transformation,
In a delicate balance,
Towards a possible future in the world where all may thrive.
In the tapestry's weave, a story unfolds,
flowing voices of the Americas, it beholds,
A collaboration of materials and knowledge
To portray indigenous struggles related to water across the American continental landmass.
A tapestry, a shared craft,
Water weaving vast,
Between rainforest to desert,
Of infrastructures past,
Once extractive geographies transform ,
Pasts and future reborn ,
(Synonymous).
From rainforest depths, where Yanomami dwell,
Water, revered, in their stories it swells,
Essential for the forest, bestowed upon them by Omama,
Yet threatened by illegal gold miners, in a relentless pursuit
Their resistance marked by the Massacre of Haximu's mourn,
A tragic reminder of ongoing struggles and threats faced.
Moving northward, to forests vast where Mohawk reside,
"Water is life" resounds,
But pollution seeps in, from chemicals and factory’s hand,
Taints their sacred waters, their ancestral land.
Nature's lament through the scenes of deceased animals the sad truth lies,
But amidst the grief, Mohawk’s strength prevails.
Across arid deserts, Pascua Yaqui once thrived,
By Rio Yaqui's flow, their lives intertwined,
Yet three reservoirs rose, dividing their land,
Border policies oppress, their ceremonies disband.
But in 2016, a protest arose,
The Agua Prieta Pipeline, unearthed.
Each image in the tapestry communicates a tale of struggle,
In the flowing voices tapestry, a testament true,
Where transparency invites an interactive gaze,
Where temporality fades, yet its impact stays.
Crafted with care, from wet to dry land,
A testament to resilience, where peoples stand,
Against encroaching threats, they raise their voice,
A laboratory that transcends the norm,
Guiding us towards a shared insight.
In the heart of advocacy's embrace,
Lies a practice, a life, a sacred space.
Terra-Lapse
