Nicolás Rojas Sánchez

The legend of an ancient tree that gave birth to Yosonuviko, the cloud people, reenters the collective memory through the ancient language of rain, Sa’an Savi, evoking the fragility of the human condition amid nature’s immensity. A metaphor for life over time that reminds us of the importance of coexistence with nature.

On the 11th day of Death (Year 10 Pedernal), 9 Serpent ‘Fire Eagle’ entered the temazcal determined to fulfill his last assignment.

We are Nivi Savi, rain people, Mixtecos; a people that disperses like the clouds and every year returns to earth to continue to flourish the memory of their ancestors.

The legend of an ancient tree that gave birth to Yosonuviko, the cloud people, reenters the collective memory through the ancient language of rain, Sa’an Savi, evoking the fragility of the human condition amid nature’s immensity. A metaphor for life over time that reminds us of the importance of coexistence with nature.

The legend of an ancient tree that gave birth to Yosonuviko, the cloud people, reenters the collective memory through the ancient language of rain, Sa’an Savi, evoking the fragility of the human condition amid nature’s immensity. A metaphor for life over time that reminds us of the importance of coexistence with nature.

The legend of an ancient tree that gave birth to Yosonuviko, the cloud people, reenters the collective memory through the ancient language of rain, Sa’an Savi, evoking the fragility of the human condition amid nature’s immensity. A metaphor for life over time that reminds us of the importance of coexistence with nature.

On the 11th day of Death (Year 10 Pedernal), 9 Serpent ‘Fire Eagle’ entered the temazcal determined to fulfill his last assignment.

We are Nivi Savi, rain people, Mixtecos; a people that disperses like the clouds and every year returns to earth to continue to flourish the memory of their ancestors.

We are Nivi Savi, rain people, Mixtecos; a people that disperses like the clouds and every year returns to earth to continue to flourish the memory of their ancestors.

We are Nivi Savi, rain people, Mixtecos; a people that disperses like the clouds and every year returns to earth to continue to flourish the memory of their ancestors.