Not even 1/4 of my paintings.
Boutta make this a mini exhibit. 4 pc chicken nuggets will be the entrance.
When my studio was a baby omg
So fucking relevant and so fucking accurate.
I’ve gotten ALL of the questions on the right ugh.
the quest for inspiration by mathieu le lay, here in pategonia, colorado’s rocky mountain national park and bc’s south chilcotin mountains
Dubbed terrorists, Mayans fight back against Guatemalan mining projects
September 8, 2014
The road between the Guatemalan towns of San Miguel Ixtahuacán and Quetzaltenango is guarded by a dozen thin, young, Mayan men in baseball caps and hooded sweatshirts, who mill around a truck parked across the road. “If you are from the mine,” the ringleader says, “you can’t come through.”
A mile or so away, the land falls away into a dust bowl, picked at by heavy machinery – the Marlin gold mine. All along the road, orange cliffs have collapsed onto the tarmac and the air is heavy with the stink of burnt clutches from the trucks that labour up the slope through the mountains, around 50km from Guatemala’s border with Mexico. The volcanic peaks are swaddled in gunsmoke drifts of cloud and patrolled by vultures; scattered settlements of adobe houses overlook a deep green patchwork of maize and coffee fields laid out across the ghosts of old Mayan terraces.
The Mayan Mam village of Agel hangs precariously over the edge of the pit. Crisanta Pérez’s house on the edge of the settlement clings to a steep slope that runs down to a long, turquoise tailings pond.
An intense, soft-spoken woman, “Doña Crisanta” is the figurehead of a peaceful resistance in San Miguel Ixtahuacán that has formed to protest the mine’s continued presence. Dubbed terrorists and enemies of progress by the state, the Frente de Defensa Miguelense is one of several Mayan-led protest groups across Guatemala that are facing down assassinations, detention and intimidation to stop their land becoming part of a continent-wide rush for resources.
“My family and I have been intimidated and criminalised,” Pérez says. “But I won’t give up. Who is going to do it, if not me?”
Pérez and her fellow community leaders say that the Marlin mine has contaminated the water sources that they use to wash and irrigate their crops and that the subterranean explosions have caused houses to collapse – charges that the mine’s owners, the Canadian firm Goldcorp, deny. Newsweek was shown evidence of skin conditions and severe neurological diseases that local health workers believe are the result of heavy metal poisoning, but, without independent medical assessment, their claims are hard to verify.
For the majority, the economic opportunities that the mine promised never materialised. Many, like the men manning the roadblock, sold their land and bought trucks, hoping to haul for the mine – their vehicles, daubed with religious icons, sit idle by the road. The Mayans’ anger goes deeper than individual grievances, however. The Mam, one of several Mayan nations in Guatemala, make up the majority in San Marcos. They number around 650,000 in the western highlands. On the other side of the mine, another nation, the Sipakapa, are also actively resisting the development. Both groups say that they were never consulted before work began on the pit, that their land was simply taken by a central government that does not represent them. This, they say, marks the continuation of centuries of marginalisation and discrimination – what rights they have won have proved secondary to the demands of commerce.
The Mam and Sipakapa see the mine, the government and private security firms as one entity that work together against them. “They have created a social monopoly. The mine comes to divide us, it causes conflict, psychological trauma, social repression,” says Rolando Cruz, a leader of the Movimiento de Resistencia Sipakapense, a resistance group in nearby San Isídro. “And they did not consult us.”
Téodora Hernandez was shot in the head and left blind in one eye by two men who came to ask her why she would not let a road pass through her land. Francisco Javier Hernandez Peréz, a leading voice opposing the development, was doused in petrol and set alight in 2011 by hooded men who identified themselves as supporters of the mine. His wife, Victoría Yóc, witnessed the attack; her neighbours heard her screaming across the mountains. Others have stories of near misses: Miguel Angél Bámaca, a health worker who has documented cases of suspected poisoning, was shot at in his home.The Mayans’ response has been escalating levels of protest and direct action. They have blocked roads, seized mine equipment and led demonstrations against company activities. Their campaign has been met with startling levels of violence.
Often, the violence is perpetrated by members of their own communities. The limited opportunities that the mine offers have created a powerful incentive for the few beneficiaries – Cruz calls them “traitors” – to crack down on dissent. The brutality has only hardened the resistance’s resolve.
“I’m never going to shut up,” says Victor Vicente Pérez, a Mam community leader. “I know I have the right to speak the truth … The [mineworkers] have tried to intimidate me with rumours that one day soon I’ll disappear, but I know I’m fighting for my rights and I’m willing to die for that.”
Marlin is one of over 100 metal mines currently operating in Guatemala. There are close to 350 active licences for exploration or production, with nearly 600 pending as the government, supported by the international financial institutions, promotes the sector as a way to raise revenues. Only 2% of the country’s gross domestic product (GDP) is based on mining, and the government hopes that the sector may offer a chance at rapid economic growth. Around 75% of the population lives below the poverty line. Infant and child mortality rates are high, and around 50% of children are malnourished.
Ever wake up from a dream so vivid it literally scares you out of your sleep? Not being scared in the sense of being afraid. But so terrifyingly detailed and real that you can reach out and run your fingers down the side of her face that you once graced with kisses. See every birthmark and imperfection in the places you’ve always found/admired them. That you can see the swirls of hairs that missed the bun she tired her hair in and stick to the back of her neck when its hot. The crinkle she makes with her nose when she smiles/giggles uncontrollably. How her eyes get chinky while she delicately perches the side of her hand over her mouth when she finds the littlest whimsical thing utterly hilarious. Or how her eye brows move when reciting Kanye bars, or bragging how she know all the words jn C.R.E.A.M. Her lips pucker when drinking bubble tea or how her fingernails are sometimes ridden with bite marks from bad habits. Or how distraught her face gets when she explains what a tragedy it is that the world has lost a author like Ray Bradbury. Now, why. Why do I know these every details? They are so embedded in my psyche that they’ve become second nature. So deeply rooted in my subconscious that they reek havoc on dreams. I dont think they will ever leave. And honestly, I dont think I want them too. They are much a part of me as my own thoughts and ideas. Remind me of a time that encompassed everything I wanted and want. But of course, things could have changed since then. She might use ponytails now. Or only exclusive drink diet coke. Might have kicked the habit of bitting or obsess over a new writer that has touched her like no man ever could. Or even another person to tell her all these great things. And thats fine, great even. But its these very details that drive me to even question how far off from all this I actually am. And to think its been years since I last physically saw her face. But then again…I did last night.