This series was made in collaboration with Santos H. bädi (otomí shaman).
The northern mountain region of Puebla in Mexico is a territory inhabited by the Totonaco, Nahua, Otomí, and Tepehua people. Although their population went through an evangelization process during the Spanish invasion, the cult of Mesoamerican deities is still preserved.
Paper is a substantial element in this region, it is made out of the bark of the mulberry tree. During a ritual healing process, shamans cut out paper deities; these “spirits” of seeds such as chili, pumpkin, corn, and beans, among others, communicate with forces of good and evil. Each one of these representations has a different power to help a sick person. The senses are cultural, and the ache state of a body in this area is generally different from city sufferings; bad airs, frights, and the evil eye, are some of the problems to deal with.
My mother lived her youth in the Sierra Norte of Puebla; the stories she told me and the constant visits to this place during my childhood made me grow up in contact with other notions of illness and thus other forms of healing.
Molting time is a photo essay that addresses the affliction of the body/mind/spirit, and the search to ease it. Such a healing process generates movement, introspection, transmutation, a connection with what is not necessarily human, it draws upon botany knowledge and the philosophize of these cultures around the force of nature.
The iconography shown on this project is collectively owned by Totonaco, Nahua, Otomí and Tepehua people.
Turning like this I came like a spinning top from Castile like a spinning top from Castile this is my turn this is my spin
I have come whistling I have come biting
This way I have reached the vein This way I have reached the flesh
I have come to speak to the vein I have come to speak to the flesh. This is how I settled - you will say This is how I have made myself - you will say
This is how I have crossed ravines - you will say This is how I have spread myself among the thorns - you will say This is how I have walked through the veins - you will say
walked through the flesh - you will say grown on the thresholds - you will say
I have already spread my nest - you will say I have already spread my music - you will say I have already rung my rattle - you will say
This way I have reached the tip of his heart This way I have reached the tip of his ribs This is how I broke through This is how I settled
Really, I have already set up my nest Really, I have already secretly made it
I am firmly established I am well embraced I have well reached the tender tip of his heart
I have come to settle me I have come to make myself
I am written I am a shudder
just like a bite just like a sting just like a Spaniard
just like an ant from Castile like an ant from Castile
I am bite of the tip of his heart This is how I spread myself now