TOPOGRAPHIES OF TIME

This is the memory of the body—
skin that carries histories,
stories repeated like prayers.
Here, images do not rest on the surface;
they merge, dissolve,
finding their voice in materials
older than our breath:
stone that remembers the sun,
clay that cradles life.

Each piece becomes an artifact,
a relic of what was—or what could be—
a story we all belong to.
It is the ritual of our shared humanity,
the echo of our origins.

The body unfolds like a map,
its contours tracing the earth’s memory,
while the surface whispers of impermanence—
a delicate tension between creation and erosion,
between vitality and decay.

Clay, ancient and mutable,
holds the echoes of our beginnings and endings,
softening back into the earth that shaped it.

Bound by the rhythm of time,
each vessel reveals its transience:
a womb, a tomb, a home—
containers of what is lived and what is lost,
even as the body stands at the threshold of its own story.
These works explore the quiet beauty of entropy—
the eternal cycle of creation, erosion, and rebirth.

In Mexico’s soil, I feel a hum of belonging:
finding home where I didn’t know I had one,
growing roots as I build and rediscover friendships
that have existed for lifetimes.

Here is a gathering of images, of faces, of bodies—
all shaped by stories that continue to bind us,
timeless as the earth that holds them.