Amigo, cuando me muera
haz un tazón de mi barro.
Y cuando te acuerdas de mí, bebe de él.
Si tus labios se pegan al tazón, será mi beso terreno.
My roots are European and Indigenous Central American. My parents immigrated to the U.S. as adults, my mother from Mexico and my father from Italy. I have moved 25 times in my life, including in Texas, New Mexico, Massachusetts, Italy, New York, Nebraska, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Indiana, and California. In September of 2018 I moved into a cabin overlooking Dix River and Mocks Branch in Boyle County, Kentucky. I am the first and only in my family to have ever lived in this place I now call home. The resulting photographs have begun to give shape to a meditation on migration and our visceral, genetic connection to the land and to each other.
* Friend, when I die
Make a cup from my clay.
And when you remember me, drink from it.
If your lips cling to the cup, it will be my earthly kiss.