‘THIRTY YEARS SINCE MARCH 1995’

Daniel Acevedo is a Mexican artist who uses photography as a means of self-expression, creating images that communicate authentically and intentionally. Their work focuses on portraying people, blending meaningful conversations with subjects and translating their stories into visual narratives. These narratives explore themes of personal heritage, a desire to connect with the world, and transgender resilience. Identity—both their own and that of others—is central to their practice, with emotions serving as a profound source of inspiration.

THIRTY YEARS SINCE MARCH 1995

Foreign country, the other side of the bars

Chrysanthemums rot on the dining table

Candle wax drips down my mother’s eyes, holy

She wishes to kiss her father’s bones,

To let the muddy stones dig into her 

Knees, the wild little girl living in every scar. 

Fingertips have memorized the grave

Of a ghost I never knew.

I fear my motherland will become

Cemetery of my own blood 

Long forgotten voices I pray 

To hear and be guided by;

For not knowing them means inability 

To mourn a part of myself.

I try to find the women before my mother’s mother

In the gentle hands she despises, longing 

For a robbed youth, handmade wheat spike dolls

Childlike wonder, golden light

Timidly peeking through lace curtains

Her mother’s fingers had patiently braided.

I’ll gladly lock myself again, 

Rusty prison my mother escaped from

Let my flesh rot inside, chrysanthemum

My bones lay with them, the roots of 

My family tree envelop me, hold me,

So may death bring us together, safe.

Patricia Sas, a young Romanian artist based in Spain, is a psychology student who tries to put together long-lost pieces of her culture. She is interested in feminine intergenerational trauma and the effects of emigration on family dynamics. In her free time, she gives voice to her community through uncensored and raw poetry.

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