El mar la mar

The sun beats down mercilessly on all those who cross the Sonoran Desert between Mexico and the United States: the few people who live here, and the poorest of undocumented immigrants that try to cross the border. Their traces and remains accumulate, fade, decompose and become inscribed into the topography of the landscape, making the absent ever-present as life and death, beauty and dread, hostile light and nights aglitter with stars continue to exist alongside one another.