Digital Illustrations
This idea that I hang on my shoulder. Which I braid into my hair. My people are my home and I carry them here, very close, between my sternum and my navel.
"No alcanza el cempasúchil para guiar a todas las que nos quitaron"
"There aren't enough marigolds to guide all whom they took from us"
Pt. I- I want to imagine not the threat of freedom, nor its fragile attempt, but the concrete emotion of the blurring of the limits- a type of security in the open air, in which a sleepless woman could always get up from her bed, wrap herself in a shawl and sit on the stairs in the moonlight. And, if she wanted to, she could walk beyond the garden and into the streets. Without streetlights and without fear...
Pt. II- The whispers and creaks of her on the side of the street would never scare her. Because it was out of her that she made that sound, she wasn't stalking her. Nothing within a hundred miles would think of her as prey. She could walk as slowly as she wanted, think about food, war, family matters, or just enjoy the stars. Without lamps and without fear of not being able to achieve her path...
Pt. III- And if a light shines in the window of a house, and the crying of a baby caught her attention, perhaps she would call softly to the woman trying to calm the baby in her arms. The two of them could take turns massaging the baby's stomach, rocking him. When he fell asleep they would sit together for a little spell, chatting, laughing softly so as not to wake anyone.
-Toni Morrison
.Hijas del maíz.
.Daughters of corn.
.Brujitas.
.Little witches.
The Spanish speakers will get it ;)