Sunday, 13 April 2014

Finding Swoon in Oaxaca.




 The best surprise i could fathom. 

Small independent print workshops, Oaxaca


I sought out as many of them as i could whilst i was in Oaxaca, brilliant and exciting, small, co-operatively run print studios. Run by young and active artists around the city, these studios are inspiring, they have rigged up there own equipment using what they can and initiative, making a free and mobilising atmosphere. Music was blearing and all the guys i met were 
wicked, truly motivated (they were all guys) and bloody talented.
 It was by far the most inspiring experience I've had yet. 
Print making is still very much alive in Mexico.







Their work out on the street. 



Saturday, 12 April 2014

Oaxaca.










Beautiful colours and peaceful courtyards walking the streets of Oaxaca City. 




Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Pablo Ortiz Monasterio







Incredible photographs of the Huicholes, an indigenous north mexican community.


'The celebration of the Hikuri Neyra is essentially a fertility ritual. It begins months before the festivity itself, when they make a pilgrimage to the desert of Wirikuta (where the sun was born) there, they collect the Hikuri or Peyote (Lephophora Williamsii) that, along with the maize and the deer conform a Sacred Trilogy. They return to the sierra with a load of the sacred plant, and right before the rain season, they celebrate the Hikuri Neyra. They sacrifice deer to offer its blood to Mother Earth, afterwards, the community gathers in the ceremonial centers to eat peyote and dance for three days and three nights, caressing Mother Earth with their feet, so that She will wake up happy and willing to receive the seed of the maize. The group choreographs draw serpents, which represent the water, because the rivers, seen from above, seem to be serpents and in addition, in those mountains, the serpents only go out when it rains, in this way, they summon the goddesses of water, so they watch over the maize harvest, the chief food source of the Huichol Nation.'



Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Taller LeƱateros








I discovered this beauty in San Cristobal de las Casas, Taller LeƱateros is a beautiful print workshop founded by the poet Amber Past. All the papers they use are 'hecho mano' - handmade using old techniques and the prints they have made are naive beautiful and strong. Hidden away on the back streets of the city i can't explain how excited i was when i found this little gem. They let me in, even with my limited spanish and allowed me to wonder about at will. 

The majority of the works that they produce are books and cards made with the intention of sharing the ancient poetry and prose of the maya women. Theres more about their work and places to buy it here. 







This is just one of many beautiful woodcut, wheat paste, fly posted images all over the city. 
After writing my dissertation on the Mexican woodcuts of over 100 years ago, seeing the woodcut technique still utilised prolific here is bloody wicked.  

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

San Cristobal de las Casas



Ive been living in San Cristobal de Las Casas now for the last few weeks. 
 Visiting the market everyday to buy to produce from the surrounding mountains the colours and smells and foreign fruits. Its an overwhelmingly creative and diverse pueblo, the people here are beautiful and warm even if the climate is not, despite being in Mexico we still wearing wooly hats and thick jumpers. 




Sunday, 19 January 2014

Graciela Iturbide




Incredible Mexican feminist photographer, born 1942.

Friday, 17 January 2014

Forgotten murals mexico




 Found in the back of Gertrude bloms house.

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

CD insert






Drawings for the inset of a new CD to be released soon by a good friend of mine in Columbia.

Friday, 22 November 2013

The round table



El Finito. 

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Gurunsi Masks






very nice.

Birdie


Good morning.
Its cold out there,
porridge and coffee,
Icy cycling awaits.


Wednesday, 20 November 2013

The round Table.






A Table i found in the scraggly streets of Cable, been carving away at it.. next a chair.