Art  – 

Erasing the Border

I first came across the U. S.–Mexico border when I arrived in Tijuana, when my family moved from Tampico, Mexico, to live in San Diego, California, over twenty years ago. When I first saw it, it was a monster’s tail that seemed to never end, running across the terrain. On the Tijuana side everything was dusty, loud, colorful, whereas the U. S. side was green, oddly quiet, and muted in color. My family and I were able to go back and forth across this fence to visit our family. It wasn’t until 2004, when I had moved to San Francisco for college, that my mother introduced me to Friendship Park, where the border fence trails into the Pacific Ocean, splitting the waves into two countries…