El Origen -

The Rarámuri of Chihuahua say that the first people were given drums, not instructions. The origin was a rhythm. As long as you can hear it — even faintly — you have not fallen from grace. So where is El Origen ?

“That’s it,” Sofía says. “That’s El Origen. Not a place you return to. But a place that returns to you.” El Origen is never lost. It simply waits to be remembered — one breath, one story, one broken and taped-together drawing at a time. El Origen

In the high, thin air of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, Colombia, the Arhuaco people do not ask where you are from. They ask: “Do you remember your Origin?” The Rarámuri of Chihuahua say that the first

“I painted El Origen as a wound,” says Sofía Márquez, a 34-year-old Chilean-born visual artist now living in Barcelona. Her latest series, Rostros del Principio , depicts faceless figures emerging from cracked earth. “I left Chile when I was nine, during the dictatorship. My parents never spoke of ‘before.’ So I had to invent an origin. Not the traumatic one — the one before the trauma.” So where is El Origen

It is under the floorboards of a demolished home in Michoacán. It is in the recipe for sopa de piedra that no one wrote down. It is in the curve of a river where a boy first learned to swim. It is in the moment before a photograph is taken — the breath held, the future not yet fixed.

She pulled a small stone from her pocket — a ch’alla offering stone, worn smooth. “This was my grandfather’s. He said it came from the beginning. But he also said the beginning is always happening. Every time you plant a seed, you return to El Origen.” Perhaps the most poignant version of El Origen belongs to those in movement. On the northern border of Mexico, inside a migrant shelter in Tijuana, a 17-year-old from Honduras named Carlos has drawn his origin on a cardboard bunk.