A little eye candy from my Day of the Dead art making adventures . . .
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A little eye candy from my Day of the Dead art making adventures . . .
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DEMO: Sugar Skulls
Sugar skulls are one traditional and crafty part of the traditional Mexican celebration, Dias de los Muertos, or Days of the Dead. During this time - usually celebrated from October 31 to November 2nd (depending on the part of Mexico) and adapted from ancient Aztec rituals and the Catholic celebrations of All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day - families and communities put up "ofrendas" or altars to honor and celebrate the dearly departed who come and visit. The sugar skulls are decorated, and often inscribed on the forehead with the name of the recipient - who can be either living or dead! They might be placed on the ofrenda, or given as a gift.
I learned how to make sugar skulls last year from Cathy of Bossa Nova Baby - and you can check out my post about it here! She didn't teach it this year, and I've been getting ready for a Sugar Skull Decorating party this weekend, so I thought I'd share the recipes and directions with you! It might be a bit late to prepare for this year, but you can get all the supplies you need for next year on this website, www.mexicansugarskull.com. If you're local to Portland, OR, you can get the supplies at The Decorette Shop and at Global Exchange (they carry the molds!). Global Exchange also has stores in San Francisco and Berkeley.
Materials
To cast the skulls:
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The Day of the Dead decorations are starting to come down, but I did spot this one today:
Oaxaca is also filled with beautiful churches, little museums and art galleries. If I’m reading the map correctly, there are also several art schools in town. I dropped by one little museum/gallery/school that had an amazing photography exhibit up – here’s the beautiful courtyard draped with papel picado banners:
And here are some of the pre-Hispanic (read: pre-Conquistador) sculptures collected by Oaxacan painter Rufino Tamayo at yet another little museum. These little dogs, crafted from clay to be used as jugs and storage containers, are incredibly cute.
Unfortunately, around the time these were made – in the centuries when BC was slipping into AD – these little dogs were being bred for, well, food. It gave their adorable plumpness a rather uncomfortable connotation. But I still wanted to pick one up and take him home.
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I got my luggage! I got my luggage! Doin’ the luggage dance, yeah! Wearin’ my sandals and a skirt, yeah! Woot-woot!
Nothin’ like some hot coffee and a pastry to celebrate! Since I was no longer clad in grungy jeans, I also wanted to be sure and visit the church near my hotel, Santo Domingo (closed when I dropped by, but here's the outside):
So, instead, I wandered into the Cultural Museum next door, which used to be a refuge for Dominican monks. Here's the altar they have set up:
And here's an amazing view of the city and the countryside from one of the upstairs windows:
And here is the Pre-Hispanic Rat Diety:
Ok, I don't actually know if it's a Pre-Hispanic rat diety, but it was darn amusing. I actually wondered briefly if it was some sort of ancient mouse trap . . . And just so you know I'm not going completely nuts, here's a slightly more traditional Pre-Conquest sculpture:
Of course, the most amazing thing I saw, I didn't get any photos of. It was a Day of the Dead installation by a living artist (who would probably frown on the whole photo thing, especially since they're selling a folio of the drawings in the gift store.) Huge drawings. Amazing.
Trust me.
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The official celebration, as near as I can pin it down, lasts from October 31 through November 2. I spent most of the day today wandering around and checking out all the wonderful public displays. (Ok, and doing a little shopping.) Stores have altars out, the main city hall had an altar contest, and – like department store windows at Christmas – everyone’s got a little decoration out.This sweet couple sat outside a store - I wonder, are they waiting for their luggage?
And this altar sat outside another store - complete with small bin for offerings. I tossed in a few pesos as payment for getting to take a picture! What an amazing and colorful altar, and against the yellow wall of the building - wow! There were even tiny paper figures carrying a tiny paper coffin . . .
And then, like a community Christmas tree decorating contest, the city hall was filled with more altars!
This one took Fourth Place, but I think they were robbed.
Check out the black clay skulls . . . the black clay they're made from is only found in two places on earth: Oaxaca, and New Mexico. (At least according to a tour guide from yesterday). It fires black, with no glazes at all. Gorgeous.
And this one didn't win anything at all . . . I think they may have gotten docked for the use of the American-style clay jack-o-lanterns . . . Kids definitely do trick-or-treat here (ok, they wear masks, carry around plastic jack-o-lanterns, and ask tourists for coins by saying "Halloween") but the folks are very proud of their traditions (duh!) and I've seen some signs up dissing the north-of-the-border Halloween influences (one I didn't get a photo of that shows a skeleton kicking a witch - very funny). But check out the detail on this skeleton . . . he's almost life size.
I couldn't tell for sure if it was clay or carved wood, but either way, very nice. You know, for a skeleton at City Hall.
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Last night, I visited several cemeteries as part of a guided Day of the Dead tour. At the General Cemetary in the heart of Oaxaca, the whole thing had the feel of a carnival, complete with street vendors selling food, hot drinks, toys, and even games of chance. Very few families actually decorate or sit at the graves in the center of this urban cemetery. Rather, it’s more of an opportunity for community groups to build altars as a kind of outreach. I saw one honoring the victims of domestic violence, and another hailing the “death of fashion” and honoring those who had struggled with bulimia or anorexia. There was also a general ofrenda built in the center, and candles in all the niches around the walls of the cemetery.
The cemetery is very old (at least by U.S. standards), and victims of various epidemics in the 1800’s were buried here. The wall around the cemetery is full of niches where people are buried. Some niches have been cleared of their anonymous contents to make room for new folks.
The anonymous ones seem to say "perpetuidad" - and I loved the ones below - one died in 1887, the other in 1997. Yet, it almost seems like the same handwriting . . .
We also went to two cemeteries further out in a smaller, more rural town. The Xoxo cemeteries (a shortened and more pronounceable name for the town using only the first four letters, and pronounced “ho-ho”) were a bit closer to the traditions I’d read about. Though still packed with tourists (like me!) and food vendors, families had gone all out decorating the grave sites, and many families were hanging out around the graves, sipping a cerveza while the kids set off fireworks nearby. Even grave sites without families obviously in attendance were cleaned and decorated with flowers and candles.
Based on what I’ve seen and read, the more urban the area is, the more of a party and a spectacle it is, complete with guided tourists and professional tri-pod carrying photographers and Mexican teenagers wearing scanty costumes and altars as political activism and opportunities to win a few pesos by hitting balloons with a dart. The more rural the area, the more likely it is that families will come together and honor the heart of the tradition, building altars to close family members and sitting graveside. And of course, that also means it is less likely (and less appropriate) for tourists and outsiders like me to see it. And this makes sense: a tourist might be able to go to a school Christmas pageant with a guide, but would never simply walk into a stranger’s house on Christmas morning.
I’m glad to have seen some of the pageant.
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Actually, I ate several. I was on a tour of a local market outside of Oaxaca, in Ocotlan, and the vendors were selling them, a little scoop in a plastic baggie for a few pesos. They were soaked in chili and vinegar, and fried crispy. The guidebook said they were a local delicacy . . . and it seemed like the right thing to do. Unfortunately, I didn’t like them very much. I did take a picture of the crickets, but this one of marigolds at the market was much prettier:
Fortunately, the market was also full of places selling pan muerte, special bread baked for the Day of the Dead and meant to be placed on the altar.
The dead partake of the essence, and each loaf is labeled with a small figure, perhaps to resemble the dearly departed. I, er, also partook of the bread – sweet, and MUCH easier on the stomach than the crickets.
The sugar skulls don't seem to be as common here in Oaxaca state as they are in Mexico City and other parts of the country. I did find out that they are generally given as seasonal gifts to the living, and that the recipient’s name will be spelled out in icing on the forehead. Apparently, it is much less common to buy them to represent the deceased on the altar.And of course, like every other market or public arena, there was an altar building contest for the kids! There was one for Frida Kahlo, and this one featuring the Virgin of Guadalupe:
Back in Oaxaca City, there was this really cool poster for some event that's happening tonight:
And - good news! - On the way back from the market I got a call on my cell phone from Rick at one of the four airlines I flew on (though not the one I filed the claim with). They found my luggage! In Portland, Oregon! And, with my help, he found the claim. So, the luggage should be on it's way soon . . .
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No word on the luggage yet, so I’ve purchased clean underwear, shampoo, and a t-shirt. I must say my outlook has improved vastly.
Wandering around the city, I ran into several parades of small school children in costumes, complete with live marching bands!
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