YOPE Projects, Oaxaca, Mexico
July 3, 2020
When I’m nervous, whenever I feel something happening that puts my body through a painful tremble, I doodle to relieve the stress.
In the midst of quarantine, I embrace drawing through lines and scratches.
I call the old hag who multiplies, transforms, spits and bends over backwards.
She is the digestive experience of my days in lockdown. She talks with herself,
Lactating tits, skirts, bifid tongues, pearl collar, money that evaporates, serpent, facemask, mouth covered, big nose, crisp hair, distressed bodies, a witch trying to fly.
—Text by Diego Teo