Threads to the past.

By Danié Gómez-Ortigoza

August 15, 2020

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My grandmother used to say to me, ‘you can lose everything, except for the things you know, because no one can take that away from you.’ It is one of those phrases that often comes back to me, and that I repeat to my children. The quarantine has taught all of us the importance of developing an inner world, which is usually a result of our individual curiosity, and is cultivated by knowledge.


I’ve been exploring themes related to our collective past: those that transport us to the different societies, political systems and rituals, and have led us towards social transformation, which so far has not necessarily been an evolution, but a deviation from the role we play on the planet.

Let’s talk about America, a continent that was separated from the rest of the world for hundreds of years, making it unique when it comes to its social structure, art, politics and architecture. Mesoamerican civilizations were obsessed with the responsibility of keeping the cosmos in motion, believing that the universe was in permanent risk of stopping and disappearing. For this not to happen, they had to feed the sun with blood, through human sacrifices.

Meanwhile, on the neighboring continent, as the conquest approached, the reality was different: the Reinassance had begun. Their sacrifices were just as bloody, but devoid of ritual, and were seeking the expansion of Catholicism through the Crusades and the Inquisition.

I am part of a large group of people who are a result of the violent clash between these two worlds: the European and the indigenous. I am mestiza and this mestizaje intrigues me.

The Catholicism I grew up with was very particular, as it was mixed with Day of the Dead altars, cleaning my energy with shamans, a strong relevance towards astrology and also the understanding that everything that was foreign was better, as a result from the scars left from being a conquered country. In Mexico we call it Malinchismo, referencing the Malinche, a translator to Hernan Cortés, who arrived to the shores of what we now know as Mexico, with his great and shiny armor and horses and was mistaken for the god Quetzalcoatl, forever changing the history of the continent.

For me all this narrative braided itself since my arrival in the United States six years ago, with the history of the indigenous groups of North America, which were similarly shattered by the imminent ambition of the expansion of Europe. I was surprised to discover as well that there was a close relationship between the Mesoamerican people and the Native Americans.

The reason why it is important to look to the past in times like these, when everything seems to be in the air, is that the present is nothing more than a circular process. In the end modernity is not about letting go of the past, but rather as a decision to create a different world based on what has been learned.
My exploration began with braiding, as a sacred act of connection to my ancestry, and continues to expand.
And this is where this journey begins.