Originally exhibited at the Orange County Center for Contemporary Art
Many years ago, my mother shows me photos of her home in Guadalajara, México. Mementos of a life I never lived uncurl between her hands.
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“This is the pueblo I knew before coming to California,” she says while holding rustic colors and strange architectures. “I inherited a home here. If God wishes, maybe this will be yours one day.”
“But what would I do with your home?”I ask my mother, uncertain of this home outside my homeland.
“Appreciate it,”she answers. “What else is there to do?”
