Weekend Before the End of the World
In March 2020, I took a bus to Acapulco with some friends for the long weekend. There were news of a mysterious virus; recommendations to wash hands often and avoid seeing other humans, but it all felt distant and unreal.
We spent hours talking by the pool, running to the ocean while our feet soles got burnt by the sand, lying down at the seashore letting the waves cover us to the shoulders, spraying water at each other, playing pool volleyball, sketching tarot cards and palm trees under a cabana in the sand, laughing and collecting freckles and tans.
One night while swimming in the pool, with the news that our uni had closed due to the virus -it suddenly all felt like a Hogwarts situation, with the virus taking the role of the basilisk- we remained hours looking at the palm trees, the moon, the aquamarine blue light of the pool, thinking of the time when we would return to the workshops, when we would go once again to Capeltic for coffee (our university's coffeeshop), when would the vaccine exist and how long would it take to get made, how we would find Mexico City after all the apocalyptic news we had been reading (and at the same time avoiding to read to make it less real), during the weekend.
That night before returning to Mexico City, swimming in the starlit pool, I recorded that image in my mind: the perfect scene, the antithesis to the apocalyptic scene that was forming in the news.
In the summer of that year, I made a series of four watercolor scenes depicting that weekend.
Pool by the Sun, 2020, watercolor on paper, 28x18cm
Daiquiris, 2020, watercolor on paper, 18x28cm
Starlit Pool, 2020, watercolor on paper, 28x18cm
Starlit Pool | Silver Water, 2020, watercolor on paper, paper on paper, 28x18cm