Ofrenda
Echo
It is strange to lose someone.
Someone whose life wove itself into yours.
Grief unravels you. It tears at the edges.
It does not finish itself.
It echoes.
We lost her body, but not her light. Then I grieved his grief.
I set up my altar, her photo there.
I contemplated death, not as an ending,
but as a transformation.
Death is not final. Loss and life braid together,
each making space for the other.
Memory Bloom
We are not just what we carry forward.
We are also what we lose.
What we leave behind.
And what flowers again through memory and love.
Death strips you raw. It pulls you apart.
But even in absence, something lingers.
This piece is not only grief. It is togetherness.
It is the petals we form even after we break apart.
It is the reverberation of love, loss, and what never quite leaves.
Love echoes. Loss echoes. Life echoes.
Cempasúchitl
I gathered marigolds from my altar,
the same ones placed with love and sorrow,
and gave them new life in paper.
A reminder that nothing truly ends.
Everything transforms.
Everything leaves a trace.
Size
32 cm diameter
Materials
Paper dyed with marigolds from my Día de Muertos ofrenda over MDF
Year
2024
