Ana Mendieta.

November 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

I last ruminated about Ana Mendieta’s life when I wrote about her work for the Center for Book Arts archive project years ago.

Yesterday I came face to face with this six frame morph of her face and it jump started my admiration and connection to her work again.

– Cuban American

-murdered by husband (?)

– connected to the earth. Her representations through performance, sculpture, and multimedia…make my heart pump faster and the minerals under my tongue swim to my head.

This comes at a time when I really need the strength of women artists around me. Lately I’ve been thinking about the idea of artists protesting art movements. The emotive and vibrant… actively writing letters and boycotting galleries that promote minimalism and movements like dada or Bauhaus. 

I’ve been thinking a lot about releasing artifacts of self upon topographical maps that only document the geography of one’s travel from point a to b (as set by artist). On one hand I want to engage in mapmaking as art because maps are faulty and inaccurate simply by escaping scale. On the other hand I wonder if my map has too many surfaces for me to handle right now.

Thanks Mendieta,



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