Cartas Sacras

The sacral bone is the sanctuary where the womb lives, where my spina bifida resides, a break, a groove, a crack, like the sunset is a crack between two worlds. The sacral region always feels some pain. Anomaly, error, failure. She is there, constantly being, feeling, mutating.

Sacred, powerful protective armor of the womb, a magical portal where existence is engendered. The dreaming organ, source of the eternal power of the mother goddess. The cave that hides the mystery of conception, center of fertility, giver of life, door to creativity, incubator of dreams that treasure the memory of the blood that, since the beginning of time, has been shed.

These letters are written, drawn in organic forms, metaphors, archetypal, human. They speak to me and speak when being observed, but what do they say? Will it be the woman who dreams, who cries, laughs or screams? Could it be the goddess who wants to be awakened? Letters that express the emotional present, corporeal, capricious, spinal and exquisitely chronic.