In 2013, I was walking the streets of Downtown Los Angeles with another undocumented activist. While viewing street vendors, and markets, I met three Mexican womyn selling what has become the centerpiece of this necklace. My impulse was to buy the centerpiece from them, without first asking what it meant, or how it came to be formed. Left to using the imaginary, and those around me, I am left in search of meaning.
For now, I have come to understand this centerpiece as one of translation. When I see it, I am called to wonder, “what does this mean”, and in wondering so, I am reminded of so many other objects that this very question applies to. In a time where Mexican Indians make one of the largest native populations in the United States, this piece forces us to look at what we may have lost, what we may have kept, but at its core, this piece allows us to see that we can recuperate meaning. Not all is lost.