Vania Carolina Quevedo Priego

The Oil in My Blood, written as a fable to my daughter Mar, reimagines an oil platform as a sea monster confronting a mermaid. It reflects on promises of progress, Pemex’s exploitation, and Tabasco’s poisoned waters, where families endure precarious labor. Through memory and metaphor, it exposes how sacrifice sustains livelihoods while threatening land, sea, and future generations.

The Oil in My Blood, written as a fable to my daughter Mar, reimagines an oil platform as a sea monster confronting a mermaid. It reflects on promises of progress, Pemex’s exploitation, and Tabasco’s poisoned waters, where families endure precarious labor. Through memory and metaphor, it exposes how sacrifice sustains livelihoods while threatening land, sea, and future generations.

The Oil in My Blood, written as a fable to my daughter Mar, reimagines an oil platform as a sea monster confronting a mermaid. It reflects on promises of progress, Pemex’s exploitation, and Tabasco’s poisoned waters, where families endure precarious labor. Through memory and metaphor, it exposes how sacrifice sustains livelihoods while threatening land, sea, and future generations.