Yes, after Lima’s dreadful experience with an Limeňan agent, called Liliane Chaparro, I finally pulled it off in the Cuzco of the north. I brought my digital portraits of Inca Athahualpa, who was murdered here by Pizarro, his henchmen, and a Dominican priest called Valverde, home. So that the people, descendants of those who used to know him, may relive in history, their past and present. And see how I turned their historical supreme leader’s face into the bright Andean blue and pink, with strong accents in gold, the metal for which he had to die a disgraceful death of strangulation.
More than 100 visitors came to see my show of paintings, objet trouvé, installations, on the 5th of October, which also coincided with the start of cultural festivities and the week of tourism, here at the gallery of Interbank by the Plaza the Armas. I got enough press coverage to see my show through with pleasure until the end, which is the 26th of October.
People, a 100, surely, was more than what any show really gets here in this town, which is still largely Indigenous for a 70%, from all walks of life, enjoyed what I brought with me.
A different cup of coca tea, a view by a westerner well versed in indigenous politics. The indigenista School in itself spawned a lot of art and literature in the 19th and 20th century, and my work is quite unfamiliar in style, but deep in themes and contents that touches the soul of those who are indigenista who live here and have to fight off a gold rush and pay for it with their lives for the past 30 years.
I do need to give a big thanks to my sponsors like Dircetours, INC employees, such as Septimo who is also an activist pro indigenous rights; but if it hadn’t been for Enrique Guerero Castillo and his friends, a painter, graphic arts, mystic, who I met in 2009, when he had his exhibition in the same room at the Interbank, it would never have been materialised. Everything falls into slots. These 9 months of travelling and exhibiting in Peru en Ecuador, had to have a happy ending some time, and it did.
Lima was not the place for art that celebrates Indigenous values; it has never been and will never be. It is as alien to those peoples and values as New York when the goldrush started in California, Wyoming, etc, where they deported and massacred the Native Americans for their resources of gold, silver, copper, land, etc.
I also say a big thank you to my dear friend Valerie, who has stood me by in health and stress, with kind word and empathy, and who thus, deserves sharing in the merit and success of this show, that will end on the 26th of October.
My show is here just on time and on its place, and as an homage to all peoples indigenous who suffer the hardship of exploitation for decades by mining companies like Conga (from Canada) who has tried any means possible to delude the people here, whose lakes they destroyed and contaminated for ever.
They deserve attention, they deserve respect. Enough is enough, so stop the exploitation fo their culture, land, resources, lives. Give them dignity!
After peaceful strikes in which the police killed on and wounded 17, the government suspended the mining, but there is still tension here, and it is only under the skin, anything can erupt at any time.
After having lived 14 months in Cuzco between 2005 and 2005 and having exhibited in the Qoricancha (the Sun temple) and in another dozen places there, my art moved to the most important cities of Peru.
I might stay here for a while, and discover more of Cajamarca’s sun worship history that might give me even more insight into this country’s neo-colonial government’s policies toward the indigenous inhabitants, of which one family put us up for 11 days. One of the most endearing experiences in Cajamarca for me.
We must try to always walk in beauty, no matter how hard the road, shod or unshod.