No value seems more authentic to them. Neither the values of the ancient world, of which they are aware of its insufficiency and collapse, nor those of the new world that remains closed to them, hence the legitimate sense of a double frustration. The loss of ancestral values and the impossibility of returning to our forms of identity. These incapacitated, static beings abandon the aesthetic objective; they are models of sidelined and marginalized beings, neighbors who have lost their ancestry, city mestizos, peasant travelers who recently arrived in the metropolis, separated from cultural models from which they now feel disappointed.

At times, one might say that from this scene of movements, forms, and ancient colors, only a huge gesture of tragic irony emerges, with which the colonized would be returning to the colonizer the sunken image of their final construction. These beings, with their masks and disguises, are nothing but failed attempts to emit an impossible, unfeasible message in an atmosphere of suspicion, cunning, and shock because, to be viable, it would have to simultaneously present a deceptive face capable of bypassing the surveillance of the white police and another true face in which our indigenous consciousness is fully recognized.

Descartes.
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