He lives only ten minutes. A ten-minute performance is all what his existence lasts. He recalls no name for what he becomes. His name is that which is given to him, but it is no defined identity. He is only visible in a carnivalesque dance. There and only there, he is referred to as El viejo (old man): a convenient name for a ever-changing and finite presence. At Festival Guelaguetza ORO 2012, there were few like him. Many performers and spectators came to show their one and only face. He showed one of many, one of his many identities.
“So many diverse meanings are established beneath the surface of the image that it presents only an enigmatic face. And its power is no longer to teach but fascinate.” – Michel Foucault