Sortilegio 3

Sortilegio III, 2022,   the embedded abbreviated text, written during Huellas Que Germinan, reflects upon the dualities that occur when undocumented immigrants pass from one side of the border to the other, from Mexico to the United States.
Once an individual crosses, they must immediately assume the burden of hiding in plain sight, concealing one’s identity, and becoming untraceable while living in the shadows beneath the attention of governmental surveillance. During this time, however one must simultaneously support one’s family as an undocumented laborer, resisting this system of oppression by working out in the open. In 2018, Amézquita traveled by car from San Diego, California, to El Paso, Texas, stopping to cross the border at ports of entry to visit and give aid to shelters for immigrants seeking asylum in the United States. During this trip, the artist periodically collected soil from each of these ports of entry in California, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. It is with this soil that she created Sortilegio III, casting her thoughts in the various colors of dirt that make up this geo-political boundary.

Materials: soil from the 2,000-mile border that connects Mexico and the US, cal hidratada (hydrated lime), corn masa, salt, rain, screws, plywood, and gypsum board.

84”x96”                                                                                                                                       Photos by Ian Byers-Gamber

MI SUDOR CUENTA LA HISTORIA

                   DESDE QUE EL DIA NACE

                   HASTA QUE EL DIA MUERE 

MI CUERPO SOSTIENE EL PESO DE LA 

                     LUCHA 

MIENTRAS MIS MASNOS ALIMENTAN 

                    EL SUELO DE UNA HUMANIDAD QUE NO 

                      ESCUCHA 

BAJO LAS SOMBRAS NO HAY NINGUN 

                                                                                       DERECHO 

SOLO UNA OBLIGACION NUNCA RENDIRTE 

     SEGUIR RESISTIENDO

PARA LOS QUE ME ESPERAN 

               EN CASA PUEDAN SEGUIR 

                                     EXISTIENDO 

MI SWEAT TELLS THE STORY 

                   SINCE THE DAY IS BORN

                   UNTIL THE DAY DIES 

MY BODY HOLDS THE WEIGHT OF THE                  

                  STRUGGLE 

WHILE MY HANDS FEED

                   THE SOIL OF A HUMANITY THAT DOESN NOT

                    LISTEN

UNDER THE SHADOWS THERE IS NO 

                                                                                        RIGHT 

ONLY AN OBLIGATION NEVER GIVE UP

      KEEP RESISTING 

FOR THOSE WHO AWAIT FOR ME 

                  AT HOME CAN CONTINUE 

                                   EXISTING