René Serrano Rodriguez Blog

Mineral de Pozos Story 2003 -2017  I have always maintained that our origin is not confined to any particular country; the label on our passport merely signifies the place where chance brought us into the world. Regarding my own roots, I cannot pinpoint them precisely, but what I do know is that certain locations in Guanajuato, such as Mineral de Pozos, deeply resonate with me. I began capturing moments in this locale back in 2003 and have consistently returned whenever possible. The vibrant atmosphere, unusual for a ghost town, and my fascination with the textures and imprints of time keep drawing me back. Hacienda 5 señores 2015  Photo by René Serrano R. From 1880 to 1888, Mineral de Pozos experienced a period of prominence and prosperity. Numerous companies, including Cinco Señores, emerged during this time to extensively exploit the mines, particularly those like La Joya, Nayalito, and Justicia, reaping substantial profits. Hacienda MDP  2017 Photo by René Serrano

"The Pátzcuaro Lake basin is now shallow; fifteen years ago, it would have been around 20 or 10 kilometers deep. The lake is 60% polluted, and today, two of its nine islands are no longer islands due to their shallow depth. The lake's pollution is largely due to various organic and inorganic waste, attacking the fauna and endangered species. Despite having two water treatment plants, waste, deforestation, direct discharge of wastewater by nearby villages make the lake's cleanliness an impossible task and perhaps a prophecy of its disappearance. Using this water for the region's crops is dangerous, making their food a health risk for the inhabitants and tourists in Pátzcuaro, where part of this harvest is sold. Michoacán, named in honor of our precious liquid (Place of lakes-fishermen-fish), has seen an increase in temperatures, reducing its bodies of water. The series aims to narrate my concerns and fears reflected in my postcards, my respect for traditional fishermen

Ivonne Laura Poly Paty "The body always seems impressive and beautiful to me, but in its female version, it appears even more like a connection to my own duality. I think my masculine and feminine sides are more present.  I started taking life drawing classes when I entered the academy at the age of twenty. Since then, I have been fascinated by the human body, with a preference for the female form. Being an audiophile juror, I am the custodian of a discreet collection of vinyl music that is constantly growing.  At some point, I will make a post about how much audio and music have to do with my life and artistic work.  My appreciation for high-resolution audio comes from a very early age, perhaps from the age of 6 when I visited my aunt and uncle constantly on my mother's side.  My babysitters were the turntable, speakers, and a gigantic collection of rock music; The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin... Many more... It's not really music from

Tlacolula is a small village in Oaxaca, near the archaeological site of Mitla in Mexico, and is home to one of the country's most famous markets, offering spices, liquors, textiles, and food. During weekends, a visit to this beautiful Oaxacan market is a must. At the entrance of this delightful place, a meeting between these beautiful ladies took place, seemingly welcoming you to the market. The conversation was equally delightful. On a sunny afternoon, their traditional dresses blended with the colors of fruits and the beauty of the surroundings. The smiling women guided me to the best stall for savory chapulines (crickets). With mezcal and regional food, you'll think twice before leaving the place. Tlacolula is a small village in Mexico that hosts one of the country's largest stands of exotic spices and food. I enjoy engaging in meaningful conversations with people I meet, and this time, these wonderful and beautiful women shared a moment with me, offering guidance on t

The Coast Guy 2015 Tuxpan, Veracruz. First day of 2015 After visiting El Tajín, I stayed on the coast of Tuxpan and met this friendly fruit vendor with his extraordinary motorcycle. After striking up a conversation, his bike got stuck, and with the help of the locals and me, we managed to get it running again. It was a lovely start to the year. The beach, as always, is one of the best settings for reflection...

Michoacán, a place where everything is born... Even in death, it finds rebirth. This unforgettable lady is one of the images that have lingered in my heart the most, and one of the first images I can proudly say I captured. This took place on November 2nd, in the year 2000. The lady and I spoke for quite a while outside an ancient temple in Pátzcuaro, Michoacán: El Sagrario, founded by Vasco de Quiroga in 1540. In this grandmother, I see a representation of our heritage and our connection to ancient divinities and wisdom. The beauty of her wrinkles makes me envision the poetry of life's journey.