Shifting Landscapes 

2024

A large sepia-toned photograph of ancient stone ruins with smaller images and text panels displayed below it on a gallery wall.

Transcription: Christina Fernandez BEND, 1999-2000/2020

This transcription is the text in the work.

It was a hot day; my back ached from the weight of my camera pack, full of various cameras, lenses, filters and film. Invariably I chose to photograph Monte Alban with my 35mm Nikon and a convenient 35 – 70mm zoom lens with a UV filter on it. I left Los Angeles hoping to find a part of myself in the city and ruins of Oaxaca. Friends had described Oaxaca to me many times, recalling the color of the colonial buildings and churches, the magnificent ruins and women with long braids. With these fragments of information I somehow constructed an image of Oaxaca as a sort of pastoral, silent and archaic place in which I could rest and not be bothered by the traffic and hustle of Los Angeles. Riding the collectiva from the Oaxacan airport into town with other tourists as well as some locals, exhaust and heat from the outside mingled in the van, as it pulled up to the box-like, white stucco structure where I was to stay. During the noontime peak of heat the guide to tomb 104 sits within the tomb’s entrance to keep cool. He observes my camera as I enter the tomb and volunteers to light up the inside with a piece of metal which he uses to bend the light rays from the sun into the tomb. He directs the light onto a funerary urn representing Cocijo, the Zapotec god of lightning, which sits atop the opening of the tomb in a niche. The sun rays light up the tomb with surprising brightness, providing a clear view of the darkly pigmented pottery of the vessel, which illuminated, turns gray. I can clearly see Cocijo’s beautiful crocodile headdress, chest decoration in the form of tubular shells, the left hand holding a bag of copal.I photograph quickly, for bending the light into the tomb is a somewhat strenuous activity in which the guide has to maintain his balance on a rather thin stone step at the top of a series of stairs which lead into the tomb. I take one photograph and not sure that it is in focus, ask for some time to take another, which the guide obliges.-

The Zapotecs believe in supreme, all powerful Gods and in pée, wind, breathe or spirit, a vital force that all moving things possess. Therefore, natural events such as lightning and earthquakes that cause movement in the sky and the earth are given godlike representation. Archeologists believe that the funerary urns are not the representations of the Zapotec gods themselves nor are they used to keep cremated remains (the Zapotecs did not cremate their dead). It is thought that these vessels provide a place for the pée of the dead to return to during their visits to earth, when there is a need for their intervention on behalf of Zapotec society. What I thought was a representation of Cocijo is instead a representation of the dead interned in tomb 104 as Cocijo; transformed, taking on Cocijo’s attributes, into the people of the clouds where only royals retire after death. The skeleton of a woman lies in a narrow cubicle in the floor of the museum at Monte Alban. Looking down upon her, buried again in the museum as she was found; I am transfixed. The Spanish text explains, from what I can decipher, that she was advanced in age, a woman small in stature who had had several children. Her bones, dark and worn over the years of burial, are arranged with no armature to support them; her rib cage collapsed, lying flat, each rib on top of another, where her lungs would have been. Pottery that had been found with her is turned on its side, set up in a pile beside her. I think of the folds of her skin as she began to grow old, the arrangement of lines both pleasant and plentiful, long gray hair; conversations with her children, cooking, her hands waving in the air as wise cracks and wisdom came forth from her mouth. This mental picture lingers in my mind replacing what has dissipated over time. Leaving the museum, a burst of sun and heat engulf me and I think of my grandmother, in an Orange County hospital, her small body hooked up to a respirator, her breath becoming more labored and difficult as the days passed.


Installation view of Shifting Landscapes (Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, November 1, 2024–January 2026). Christina Fernandez, BEND, 1999-2000/2020, from the series Ruin (2-part series, Bend and Untitled Multiple Exposures), 1999-2000. Photograph by Audrey Wang

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