The one of you and your mother; Or, more precisely, of a rabbit and a bird.
It is no item in an exhibition, merely a family portrait. Nothing that replicates; nothing that recurs.
Your faces are concealed behind masks. The background is cropped,
A portrait without persons. Without a setting.
All the more shall this become a memory
of the time you and your mother stood on a countryside road
amid the agave fields and with the mountain range of Oaxaca in the background
on one of countless journeys among sulky Madonnas and mischievous baby Jesuses.
(excerpt from the script for the film Dreaming the Memories of Now, 2017)