marx.anarosa@gmail.com
@anarosa__x
I grew up in Havana, Cuba where everything– from old cars to plastic bags– is reconstituted and repurposed. In this way, my practice is shaped by the collection and veneration of objects, images and stories which have been abandoned or overlooked. I am primarily concerned with archival absences, and with turning over two fundamental questions: How do we let the silences of history speak? And if they could develop this power, what would they say?


Weaving photography, film, performance, writing and installation, I posit how relationships– to ourselves, to each other, and to our ancestors, more than human beings, the land and the built environment– are inherently political, and therefore also our most potent tool for resistance and recovery. My role in this world is as the trickster. I wield speculative fiction and ritual reimaginings as disruptions, creating little wrinkles in the everyday which can serve as portals to the marvelous.


I combine documentary practices and motifs to tell fictional stories that appear as “true” documents and make fictionalized interventions into personal and historical archives. Through this practice, I attempt to reveal the mechanics of collective and personal mythmaking, subverting the codification of “official” narratives and dominant histories, and opening spaces for deeper emotional truths. 













Meet my ancestor: 

Mami, Iguazú Falls, 1986