In the Presence of the Sacred
I have always been drawn to the sacred, the mystery it holds, the opening up of channels to something outside our everyday life and the presentation of a world outside our own. Not exactly a promise of better things, but something more essential, that speaks to the deepest part of us.
In Mexico the sacred is woven into everyday life, from the magnificent, ornate churches found in small villages, devotion made tangible through statuary and retablos, to improvised shrines in parking garages, mechanic shops and street corners. It has permeated the culture for centuries. Before the conquest, at Teotihuacan, Monte Albán and countless other sacred sites, it was real and present. The Church overlaid the ancient with its sacred vision, but the old ways were not lost, they persisted and the two formed a new layer, still deep, still profound, still accessible.
These images reveal the beauty, strength and mystery of the sacred in one small part of Mexico. They are ingrained in the everyday and are an undertone to the rhythm of life. They endure and are present.