Huitzilopochtli is the sun, the young warrior that is born every morning from the belly of the old goddess of the Earth, and dies every afternoon, to light up the world of the dead (...) The Aztecs are the people of Huitzilopochtli, they are the chosen people of the sun, they are in charge of providing nourishment; for him or for war, it is a way of cult and a necessary activity...
Alfonso Caso, “El Pueblo del Sol”.
Since the beginning of humanity, man has tried to dominate and comprehend the world. Besides looking for answers in science and knowledge, what human beings have most resorted to in their research is magic, religion and art. Artistic manifestations do not distance themselves from the esoteric and religious; on the contrary, they complement each other and at some point, they are even and potentiate each other. These three notions, above all, admit that a supernatural and supra sensory world accompanies the natural world. A loophole, a break where one can enunciate an answer about the intelligence of the human being and his desire to dominate nature. That way a spell, a prayer or a painting become possibilities and who performs them or manifests them does it with the power and the hope of something to be produced. This development may be external: like rain to calm a drought, a prayer to save a sick person, or it can be an interior and spiritual transformation like the inexplicable force of an image and its beauty, and the potent expression of something that words cannot contain.
Taking as a starting point the foundational myth of the Aztec people and the gure of Huitzilopochtli, son of the divine couple, god of war, cardinal representation of the South and the color blue, Marcos Castro (México, 1981) presents in this solo exhibition a selection of images painted only in blue, embodied in jars, tiles and drawings that make up a personal catalogue that aims to question the idea of identity, of struggle and social war, not only in Mexico but also in Latin America.
Kandisky said “The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the in nite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, nally, for the supernatural”. Submerged in the color of the South, we have no choice but to think about what we have done with our own humanity throughout time. Magic, religion, art or science, we have not been able to get rid of the struggle between ourselves and a duality that seems to be inert to the very becoming of the world, to the sunrise and sunset.