From a distant voice comes a lament. It is the lament of the black bodies inhabiting the Colombian Pacific coast, who have been forced to travel across paths of displacement and uprooting. Black bodies sustained by the drums that foster a sense of ancestrality, black bodies that rise between rhythms and swaying hips, under the particular mystique of a mourning song that has crossed the ocean and perdured amidst the racist gazes.

These works are the product of a moving question about the memories of the body, where those aggressive gazes are hosted, where the memory of the ones that are gone is housed along with the nostalgia and uncertainty about the future, in this land that cries out for justice.