Growing up I would visit Mexico every year for a month during the Holidays. I was always amazed at the beautiful buildings. This is Zacatecas the region both of my parents are from and where we would visit often while growing up.
When I imagine Mexican art I always think of the vibrant colors, which in my mind represents the passion and lives of the people.
This is Mesoamerica where the richness of the history of Mexico is buried and is being revealed.
This is a picture depicting Dia De Los Muertos. It's a celebration of the Dead honoring and remembering them. Again the vibrant colors and detail is what reminds me of Mexico and the richness of the culture.
This is Chichen Itza, I traveled here when I was about 9 and was actually able to climb the ruins. It was amazing then. I wish I could go back now, I would be able to appreciate it more. Sadly though due to the destruction of tourism the temples are no longer available to climb. It was a wonderful experience.
