A conversation between Gris García and Laureano García

From our home: Cerro de la Silla in front, Cerro del Topo Chico behind, and the Sierra Madre to the right. I’ve always thought that living in a city surrounded by mountains shapes the way we inhabit and understand the world; the hills as a natural compass that tells you where you stand and where you’re headed. My idea of landscape was formed between those real mountains and the imagined ones painted by my grandfather, Laureano García, who not only taught me how to paint but also became my lifelong interlocutor. My return to Monterrey after his death — to organize his archive and think alongside him — came with a new landscape. The present, filled with smog, smoke, or who knows what, keeps us from seeing the mountains. The hills, wounded and mutilated by cement companies, make me wonder: could it be that the mountains my grandfather painted will soon exist only as ghosts?

This exhibition is an attempt to continue that conversation, from one landscape to another.

Curatorial accompaniment: Pamela Desjardins