arte indigena


Mayan Women in Art 

In 2004, the murals of Calakmul were discovered, there was a woman of the Mayan nobles dressed in a blue transparent color, the color blue was the funeral and in accordig with my translation the mayan hieroglyph text says Ul-Ku -u Ba-Ix Sac Chan, which translates as the Sacred Atole of the Lady of the North. Refers to the atole that offers women noble to his people, in a ceremony that reminds us of the relationship between the power and the food in th agricultural Mayan World


When I was a student, all that was told to me was how much my cultura didn’t matter. How important European art and standards are, and how totally dominant their aesthetic should be. All I wanted to do was tell my story. And I looked nothing like what is considered relevant or beautiful or important by society’s ideals. But I JUST.KEPT.GOING. Here are some of my pieces. I’m here to uplift and change who is in the spotlight. Powerful womyn of color. My indigenous sisters.

“Oreru nhamandú tupã oreru” (our fathers are the sun and the thunder). 

Here I want to talk about something that gets me sad; 
How the brazilian indian tribes are forgotten. 

In 1500 Brazil was discovered by the expedition of Pedro Alvares Cabral and since then our natives have been killed and since then almost nobody cares. It’s estimated that when Cabral discovered Brazil there was 4 or 5 millions of natives, and now, as FUNAI researchers said, there is only 460 thousand natives living in villages (specially in Amazonia). And we don’t know about them, they don’t teach very much about them in school. They expose facts about them like the canibalism of some tribes and how they interacted with portugueses. They are forgotten, underestimated, thrown under the bus. 

Please, remember the brazilian native tribes. Remember the indigenas. Their language. Their people. And how they were brutally killed through all these years. 

I want the world to see them. They deserve it. 


Mazahua Women Mexico by Karen Elwell
Via Flickr:
Mazahua women from Santa Ana Nichi in the state of Mexico attend a ceremony held at the Centro Cultural Mazahua


Today is World Indigenous Peoples Day and it’s my first time participating in some type of way. I don’t know who I come from or who I am but I’ve been looking for answers for almost a year. These pictures are important to me because the first one is the only place I felt comfortable in while I travelled in China (an indigenous Naxi village). My professor took us to her childhood home and I’d never been to someones ancestral land that still belonged to them and that experience was lifechanging. On the right is a photo I took of myself today. I’ve been taking a lot of photos of myself for the first time ever because it took me 19 years to realize how unbeliveably beautiful I am.

Saca’ ti dxi zezá
ti ganda ghua
bixhidú xhagu,
lolu’, guicha
íquelu’ ne locualu,
ruin napa ti
guicaa xcc sica ti

Seré un breve tiempo
para besarte las mejillas, manos,
ojos, pelo y la frente,
porque tengo un dulce deseo
de echar raíces como los árboles,
ser un suave perfume en abril,
llevar el canto en los labios como un río,
volar como un pájaro en el alba,
trazar en el aire una sonrisa
para ofrecerle al sueño.

—  Esteban Ríos CruzLos días llamados días