Sortilegio 2, 2022

Sortilegio II, 2022, the imbedded abbreviated text, written during Huellas Que Germinan, reflects upon what life was like for the artist while being an undocumented immigrant in the United States of America and how this life transformed after gaining her residency status in 2015. Now benefiting from the privilege of mobility, being able to legally travel between two spaces that appear the same but are politically different, Amézquita traveled to Tijuana, Mexico, from the United States in 2016, where she collected soil, transporting it back to the U.S. along with her body. It is with this soil that she created the text for this work.

 Materials: soil from the border that connects Tijuana- Baja California, Mexico with San Ysidro, California, Cal hidratada (hydrated lime), corn masa, salt, rain, screws, plywood,  gypsum board.                                                                                                               72”x96”

Photos by Ian Byers-Gamber 

AQUI EN EL LIMITE

                          AUN LEJOS DEL FINAL

                                          EN MEDIO DE DOS VALLES DESIERTOS 

                         QUE COMPARTEN EL MISMO CIELO NUBLADO 

                AQUI DONDE MIS PIES BESAN EL SUELO 

                          MIENTRAS MI CUERPO SE EXPANDE

                                  COMO EL AGUA QUE FLUYE 

        DEJANDO POR SU PASO EL CAMINO DE LA SOMBRA 

                    DE LO QUE FUE 

LA HUELLA DE LO QUE ES Y EL VACIO INCIERTO 

                    DE LO QUE NUNCA 

                                                                             SE SI SERA  

                                HERE ON THE LIMIT

                       STILL FAR FROM THE END

                                 IN THE MIDDLE OF TWO DESERT VALLEYS

                       THAT SHARE THE SAME CLOUDY SKY

              HERE WHERE MY FEET KISS THE GROUND

                     WHILE MY BODY EXPANDS

                         LIKE FLOWING WATER

          LEAVING THE PATH OF THE SHADOW IN ITS PATH

                     OF WHAT WAS

  THE MARK OF WHAT IS AND THE UNCERTAIN VOID

                     OF WHAT I NEVER KNOW 

                                                                                     IF IT WILL BE