The Shape of Hope
The nest of the endemic Yuya bird hangs vertically from a branch up on a tree, its length predicts the rainy season ahead… The longer it is, the least amount of water is expected.
From below, threads of plastic, twigs, wire and flowers are seen. It takes what the landscape holds.
Human waste has become inhabitant of every place we have ever been and every place we have not.
In some parts of the world, we can no longer describe the pass of time as seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter transition into each other arbitrarily.
But to speak solely of the destruction of the ecosystem proposes an almost definitive state, and not a moment in time.
It is not the nothingness that awaits the melting tundra.
Why should we remain static, in shutdown and paralized? Why should we think in terms of what is solely binary?
The past was never holy, it was just before.
The Yuya knows tomorrow and it s till crafts its nest.
From below, threads of plastic, twigs, wire and flowers are seen. It takes what the landscape holds.
Human waste has become inhabitant of every place we have ever been and every place we have not.
In some parts of the world, we can no longer describe the pass of time as seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter transition into each other arbitrarily.
But to speak solely of the destruction of the ecosystem proposes an almost definitive state, and not a moment in time.
It is not the nothingness that awaits the melting tundra.
Why should we remain static, in shutdown and paralized? Why should we think in terms of what is solely binary?
The past was never holy, it was just before.
The Yuya knows tomorrow and it s till crafts its nest.
Through this project, we aim to react to the transitive state of the environment by exploring new ways in which to reflect in us (because we should, because we must) its changing nature. In this exercise each photograph then becomes an opportunity to present each other:
I am here not yet finite, and this is the shape of hope I have chosen.
Each person has been sculpted with pieces made by the textile artist Agueda León Martínez, who works with natural fibers, found objects and repurposed materials. This project comes as a result of our active collaboration.
All models are our friends.
All images were produced in Yucatan, MX
I am here not yet finite, and this is the shape of hope I have chosen.
Each person has been sculpted with pieces made by the textile artist Agueda León Martínez, who works with natural fibers, found objects and repurposed materials. This project comes as a result of our active collaboration.
All models are our friends.
All images were produced in Yucatan, MX