Hi, my name is Antonio and I am a 21 year old art student trying to forge my own path.
this is what influences and inspires me. None of the images here are mine unless
i say otherwise
Even thought it happened on October 2, I couldn’t find time until now I know it wasn’t part of my generation and it has not affected me, I will never forget them. They were students just like me, and they we fighting for what they believed in and were betrayed by they’re own government. The morning after, the Media said only 20-28 students we killed, but the truth is, about 300 or so students died meaninglessly. 1968 may have been 43 years ago, but they are slowly being forgotten. This is event was always covered up by officials and not even covered in the History classes of Mexico, and books published on the topic are immediately removed from the shelves. The only way we know is by word of mouth and like hell I’ll ever forget them. It pains me how dirty my Motherland worked and at times, still works. but never forget them.
La Biblioteca Central de Ciudad Universitaria, en Ciudad de México~
In 1984, this is where my Parents met, they took an Anthropology class together. My mom told me that she flipped a coin heads being biology and tails being Anthropology, it landed on tails, without ever doing that, they would not have met and i would not have been born, funny how life is about taking chances.