Women’s March in Mexico.

Last weekend, I was a passive activist, sharing information and visibilizing the lack of what many of us keep fighting for on a daily basis: Basic human rights.

In my home country Mexico, this issue continues to be a part of our daily living and every March 8th the streets of each city get flooded by bright pink, purple and green colours, the women marching and protesting, asking for the most basic rights: to be respected, protected and free.

I will not delve into the details because I’m still a student of the movement and by no means an expert, but I think, nowadays, it is difficult to ignore what challenges women face everywhere in this planet. To those lucky enough to say that those challenges do not affect them, I encourage you to keep fighting for the voiceless.

Why don’t I participate more actively? Well, I don’t live in Mexico anymore and where I live I am part of the lucky ones who can walk the streets at night, although I always carry my keys in my hands and avoid the use of headphones, because these things scar you forever and I still fight on my own inner circle for change.

So, I would like to show you a piece I made last year to commemorate the movement, specifically representing my Mexican heritage.

There’s so much to learn, unlearn, so much to share and so much to change that wouldn’t be possible to describe inside a blog post. I keep learning and doing as much as I can and as much as my own privilege can allow and I am conscious that I can improve to add to the movement.

Let’s keep working together for a better future and keep advancing with love.

Gouache Painting of a traditional mexican dancer “Conchero” with a women’s march banner, dancing grief-stricken.