Border

The current land border between Mexico and the United States measures 3,185 km.
In 1994, the United-States under President Bill Clinton, the construction of a wall began, initially made of iron plates brought back from the Gulf War. Today, the border wall measures 1,123 km. In Tijuana the wall begins, going so far as to cut the ocean itself in two. US American men cross the border easily from north to south to buy bodies of women and young women from all around Latin America, to consume drugs and alcohol, all inexpensively. They call it sex tourism.

I went to Mexico's northern border, to Tijuana, after years of painting the faces of missing women in Mexico City from the missing persons notices I saw on the streets every day.
Many of these women and young women are torn from their lives by sex trafficking.
After these emotionally charged years, my body was deeply sad, haunted and filled with a sense of injustice that could not find words. This body which is also vulnerable in the streets of Mexico for being that of a woman.
Also, I went to Tijuana, to express with my body what I could not say, to try to heal. Expressing with love the intrinsic freedom of the female body and the pain of absence, the pain of this violent reality, as violent as the existence and the consequences of the wall. I wanted to pay tribute to women who no longer have a voice, carrying their memory within me. I wanted to position myself in the face of this reality still acquired by society that the body and the life of women do not matter. Find in this land cut in two by an iron wall a damaged ally and in this ocean which returns irremediably to collide between the iron posts an ally of struggle.