Oaxaca: Colors of the Land
I’ve always had a love affair with Mexico. When I was 15, my family moved from New Guinea to Southern California, from remote mountain villages and wild nature to gridlock traffic and organized grocery stores. I found this to be overwhelming, to say the least. Baja Mexico was my “out”, a place I could visit within a few hours of driving, a place to get back in all the chaos and funky smells and bright colors that all third-world countries seem to have in common. A year after graduating from college, I taught English in the tropical port city of Veracruz, seeing a whole different side of the country through Caribbean influences, a slower pace and the tragedies of the swine u. It was in this year in Veracruz when I realized travel and cultural immersion wasn’t just my childhood, it was my great love.
To me, Mexico is de ned by color. It is a diverse country with geographic and cultural differences from north to south, east to west. Much like the United States, traditions, food, accents and style vary from state to state. But all throughout it, there is color pulsating. Buildings, art, clothing, color. As a lover of neutral, monochromatic color palettes, this always challenges my level of comfort. That much color is daring. It’s audacious living. It’s that aliveness in color, in a country that beats in color, that draws me in. I think there’s life in color. Confidence, freedom, hope.
It reminds of the attitude of Picasso, “If I don’t have red, I use blue.”
color is daring. it’s audacious living. it’s that aliveness in color, in a
country that beats in color, that draws me in.