Roots
A Weekend with Abril.
Postcards From the Isthmus.
Postcard #1:
“I was born in the Zapotec land, located in the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, Oaxaca. While most people are born naked, I was born wearing a huipil and an enagua. I grew up with this skin and I have never changed it.”
Abril Cabrera
Postcards From the Isthmus.
Postcard #2:
“The Winter Whispers That Something Here Happened.”
Abril Cabrera
Postcards From the Isthmus.
Postcard #3:
“They say that death calls death, and I believe
that's where the real battle for life begins.”
Abril Cabrera
African Artist Foundation
When touch fails to provide human connection, we turn our gaze to art.
A New Form of Awareness
The revolution towards a better present and future begins with being oneself, in our purest expression, removing the most established and ingrained concepts of our being, while we relearn to appreciate magic within the everyday.