Erik Baeza

After his father's death, the Digital Man prepares to create the usual erotic content for the paid platform. A scheduled appointment with a subscriber client, makes the pain of the recent loss take refuge in the story of the other during the awkward encounter.

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.

From the communal future, a woman recalls the words of her ancestors, women warriors who gathered to record their words about community service. At the same time she questions her own future: Will we ever stop fighting? Does anyone care what we say?

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.

After his father's death, the Digital Man prepares to create the usual erotic content for the paid platform. A scheduled appointment with a subscriber client, makes the pain of the recent loss take refuge in the story of the other during the awkward encounter.

After his father's death, the Digital Man prepares to create the usual erotic content for the paid platform. A scheduled appointment with a subscriber client, makes the pain of the recent loss take refuge in the story of the other during the awkward encounter.

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.

From the communal future, a woman recalls the words of her ancestors, women warriors who gathered to record their words about community service. At the same time she questions her own future: Will we ever stop fighting? Does anyone care what we say?

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.