This piece was commissioned by the Department of Culture of the Municipality of Querétaro. They wanted a work for the anniversary of the city that spoke of Querétaro with my language. If I have done anything in the almost 8 years that I have been living in this city, it has been to photograph it. In a performative, almost methodical way, I have been registering every corner of it, in such a way that in the end, this city in which I now reside is already part of me. Antonio López, a great city painter whom I admire so much in one of his latest television interviews, says that “a city suggests life, death, everything; there is nothing that is not on your wall”
If something characterizes Querétaro and that makes it different and unique, it is its so different and magical sunsets. Quoting the words of Borges on his way through Querétaro: “I saw a west in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.” Hence the name of the piece, also adding a nod to the Otomí, in Hñähñú, “ñuhyadi”, “place where the sun sets”.