Living room in Ciudad Juárez.
Clothing of Erika Carrillo, 19 years old. Disappeared december 11 of 2000. Civil Engineering student.
Elena Gudian Simental, 19 years old. Disappeared on march 22 of 1997.
Goals of Erika. Disappeared december 2000.
Police sketch of Neyra Cervantes, base on her mother memory.
Maria Elena Garcia, 17 years. Disappeared december 6 of 1996.
Ana Azucena Martinez, 9 years old. Disappeared march 18 of 1999 in Ciudad Juárez.
Ana´s letter to her father, written when she learned to write at age 6. Tree years after she disappeared.
Maria Guadalupe Perez Montes, 17 years old. Disappeared on january 31 of 2009. Lupita´s photo, day of her first communion.
Paulina Lujan 16 years old. Disappeared on march 10 of 2008. Her body was found four days after his disappearance on the outskirts of the city.
Diana Noralay Piaga Reyna 16 years old. Disappeared february 27 of 2009. Diana´s photo wall.
Griselda Muroa Lopez, 16 years old. Disappeared april 13 of 2009. Photo of 6 months of her birth.
Jazmin Chavarria Corrales, 21 years. Disappeared february 20 of 2007. She doesn´t carry any identification document only the keys to her home.
Cinthia Jacobeth Castañeda Alvarado, 13 years old. Disappeared october 24 of 2008.
On July 22 of 2003, the declaration of the president of Mexico´s Human Rights National Committee, Jose Luis Soberanes, outraged the international press; he stated that the number of disappeared woman in Ciudad Juarez exceeded the thousands. To the date the number is still open, no political branch or organization knows exactly the number of disappeared woman.
Several doubts arose in me; on what moment those woman became Fictitious? What happened to their families? With the spaces were they existed?
Such question became so constant; I ended up at the state´s law enforcement station requesting information on the missing women. The murdered woman of Ciudad Juárez was not my interest, perhaps my concern, but not my main interest, only the disappearances, how is it possible that the amount of missing woman is such that number is unaccounted for.
My primary intention was to validate the disappearance of woman not of numbers; I wanted to see their rooms almost as an intuitive movement, as a past necessity. They try to continue with their lives, the living room remains intact, however these people are filled with images, religious images, their daughter images, hopeful images, and they do not know that to do with all of them, they search for the clothing that she wore a day before disappearing, it conserves her sent. After years, is necessary the presence of another person to renew the memory, that is there were they are, is there where they survive. They are still waiting.
Hope is the biggest lie of the world…
however is the most logical emotionally at this time.