Spring is the season of reappearance, of things buried surfacing, of once-wilted things remembering how to bloom. It is the season of return, not to sameness, but to possibility. It is also the season of Ana Mendieta.
Mendieta has been many things to many people: a martyr, a feminist icon, a symbol of exile, a case study in institutional erasure. Her pra…
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