Donde las flores moradas lloran ⁣
(Where the Purple Flowers Cry)
October 15 - November 4, 2020
Pt.2 Gallery
Oakland, CA 
To search is by no means to illuminate. It is a journey in the shadows, an exhibition of backlighting, a running of veils, a mirage, a fiction. It is merely the nostalgia of a body and its desperate imagination.
- Ileana Diéguez

All cultures have used legends to approach the shifting territory of the enigma, to name what overflows. Legends, like myths, have water’s ability to adapt to that which holds them. Their language is full of symbols, cracks, and invocations; they are stories open to mutation, ambiguity, and a plurality of versions. When we hear a myth or a legend, we cease to exist in the everyday world; we step into a transfigured space, a space impregnated with the presence of mysterious beings, and briefly become their contemporaries. The language of myth is diametrically opposed to the language of bureaucracy, which always seeks one truth and a single meaning. All bureaucratic language is a tower of information, figures, and paperwork; a totality of storyless data; an office whose door is closed.

Liz Hernández makes these two languages coexist in a suggestive indetermination in time and space, which we travel through as if through a dream or a secret. We find ourselves immersed in a weave of media, geographies, and forms: women who wander in purple paint, a textile piece, a video which is a vestige, a glyph posed within a mosaic, an image in metal, a display case of ephemera and amulets, a papier-mâché mountain, a found document, a ritual dress.

That which has hurt us leaves a pool. And we inhabit a flooded landscape. How can we make girls swim, trees grow, and animals drink here? Speech is insufficient when we face the depths of loss and dialogue with those who are absent multiplies in languages.

In Mexico, it frequently happens that violence goes unrecognized by the very people who commit it. This makes it so that neither collective memory nor official discourse coincide with the affective memory of those who are hurt: there is a breach, an open wound. Absences— of life, of recognition —mobilize searchers. It becomes necessary to search for other stories, other ways to remember absent bodies and make them visible. Could it be that justice has become something supernatural, something beyond reach that can only be gained in the space of dreams and myths?

[To want to move aside earth or fog with one’s hands; to want to see, to want to know; and to move blindly regardless. As if in a cave.]

Standing in front of a ritual dress: where is the person who used to wear it? A garment without a body is a certificate of absence of a presence that once was. The garment only summons the image of the person who was inside of it, conserving the trace of their touch—a relic of a lost body.

[At the top of a mountain, the women come together. They keep each other company, rest, drink together, and watch in stillness. All the fear and force resting there, waiting.]

There are Mesoamerican and Andean legends in which animals or corn, tired of silence after centuries of subjugation, rebel against humans, demanding vengeance. They wake up out of their lethargy and shake the world in an uproar.

The women in these rooms rise up too. They use their bodies as hope; they bring about new signs; they make themselves present with jacarandas that sprout from their ankles, with their backs like a walking stem. And with that unexpected language, they rename the places which they walk through, turn back fear, conjure silence, and make their demands with the breath of weeping purple flowers.

Written by Valeria Mata.

English translation by Noah Mazer.

Flores que brotan entre las antiguas piedras

Blooming Flowers Among the Ancient Stones is a short film directed by César Iván Ortiz López and produced in collaboration with Liz Hernández. It is a story parallel to the legend of Las Jacarandas, where one of the entities is summoned with the death of a flower. As she roams through the ancient streets and palaces of Mexico City, she interviews its inhabitants, hoping to understand her new reality

Read more about the short film.