Still from 'Lavado de Piel'
       
     
  These images depict a period of time within my household and the surroundings of my hometown during drug cartel occupation. The population in my town was undergoing scarce of food due to the forced paralyzed commerce. Mediums of communication such as telephone lines and internet were intervened or completely interrupted, leaving the population vulnerable and at times trapped at home due to the high risk of violence happening in our surroundings.
       
     
 This project consists of a series of performances that reference the current war between drug cartels in Mexico. This has been documented using photography and video. The documentation portrays myself being buried into different pits I have excavated for the burial.  The current war between drug cartels in Mexico has raised international awareness due to its rapid violent progression and its macabre peculiarities. The majority of the Mexican population chooses not to denounce the crimes that they have witnessed due to fear, indifference or other reasons. Silence has been an essential tool that has contributed to the conflict’s progression. Therefore, I have concluded that silence becomes a symbolic manifestation of solidarity and empathy towards this war. This  statement  becomes conflicting as I am part of such community, a community that chooses to remain silent.    This work explores the interrelation of silence and complicity. I am interested in evoking other viewpoints of this war. I am focusing in communities living in conflict areas rather than the actual individuals committing the crimes, by doing so I want to create an invitation for dialog in the community.
       
     
 Growing up in a small town in Mexico, I have been aware of the disappearance of people related to conflicts involving drug cartels. The news regarding these occurrences solely focused on the sensationalism of the story, ignoring the great emotional distress the families of ‘The disappeared’ carried after the story is out of the news cycle.  This became personal to me when my brother Franco disappeared in 2007. After his disappearance in Mexico, our house eventually became inhabited by mourning, and this is where I began a constant search for closure.  The images serve as an investigation of a psychological state in which I come to the realization of the nonexistent closure. A study of the attempt to eliminate memories that disrupt the conscience or balance of the nervous system. A battle against my own memories, the memories of having looked for him as if he was a dead dog on the banks of the shrub lands.