Un puñal en un pañuelo. Luis Renteria

A spell, an amulet, are born in geographies where existence is difficult. Their power is forged in the intimate and the domestic until they become reality. A piece of paper and a thread, a phrase whispered over and over. Magic is an energy in search of justice. A dagger wrapped in a handkerchief is a poem, but also a form of self-defense. Remnants of incantations, objects that endure. Magic dwells in the material, in the invisible stitching that holds everything together.