The Experience

In Mexico, the people proudly claim that death is not taboo: they talk about it, they celebrate it. Catrinas: thin female skeletons with pretty dresses and beautiful hats, remind us that we are all equal in the face of death. Rich or poor, primed or raggedy, it takes us all one day or another.

I take a closer look at them on the altar. I am impressed with the precision in the details. How much time do the artists spend on these works of arts? In the end, I’m not so sure Mexicans are that laid back about death. At this point, it looks more like an obsession.

Place Morelia, Mexique

Date 2009

Who Talks

Marine, a French national, has been living in Mexico for a year. She is perpetually astonished by her misunderstanding of the ways of each culture that question her own cultural conditioning.

What do you think?

Gamex, Mexicain :

"When they leave, it hurts so much. But, when we remember them, why cry? We have to let them rest in peace and think about all the good times we spent together. To make these altars, the ofrendas*, is like gifting them what they loved when they were amongst us. It’s also the opportunity for us to make them a gift, even though they are no longer here physically.

I can imagine you heard these short and teasing poems that talk about the death of our friends, the calaveritas. We don’t wish anyone dead, but we laugh about it. When you’re scared of something, isn’t it easier to live with it when you laugh about it?"

* offerings