Two Times Mary
The starting point is July 21st of 1976, the night the armed forces broke into my maternal grandparents' house in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The message was clear: if they found my mother they were going to kill her, so she was forced to go alone into exile at the age of 21. Uruguay was the first stop, then Brazil and finally, she arrived in Mexico.
Time tends to deceive us. But it happens the exact opposite if we assimilate and study the past as a time we need to rummage and put in front of us. Walter Benjamin once wrote that "it's the ones before us who invokes us to make justice". But the question is who can and should grant it?
This project retrieves corporal and emotional memory from what detonated that night with my family. Some kind of -micro- "sociology of absences". A process in which I try to transform impossible objects into possible objects, absent objects into present objects, and silenced and repressed stories in told and known stories.
In what ways and manners are we thinking about one another? How does that pain, which we're not conscious of but it's there, impregnates our corporal memories? What kind of pain is kept in the archives of remembrance? How do you organize the memory and who omits and distorts it? Even more, are memories a possibility of the politicization through which empathy is rooted in those long pains?
Project supported by Sistema de Apoyos a la Creación y a Proyectos Culturales (Fonca, Mexico), PhMuseum & Open Doors Gallery.
