Close your eyes and imagine yourself standing in the Zocalo Square, the heart of Mexico City. The sun reflects on the dark volcanic rock and cobblestone beneath your feet, drawing attention to the vibration of the city under you. The sweet smell of the copal wafts in the background, faint, distant, and particular to that one spot. The sounds of the drums becomes more prominent, and pronounced and your own heartbeat begins to beat in tandem with what feels like a pulse resonating from the epicenter of the earth. Drums grow louder, mixing with sounds of the dancers giving thanks and offerings to the gods as they did centuries ago. Open your eyes, and see their feathered headdresses whipping back and forth as they turn and turn, each time returning back to face the cardinal North. Here in this spot, you are surrounded by centuries of history. On one side, the National Palace, the National Cathedral on the other, and between the two, the ruins of an ancient city on which this megalopolis was born. This is our foundation, our home, the beginning and end of every story - the convergence of history and the contemporary, where centuries collide and exist in tandem, one defining the other.
Here, art exists in synchronicity with history and culture, and contemporary art practice is not just about what is being made in the moment, but about being in this place. Here we do not make tours, we create experiences, and we craft unforgettable memories.