As part of the opening of the Festival of Indigenous Cultures of Mexico City, "Huicholes: The Last Peyote Guardians" was screened last week in the Zócalo, in the historic heart of the city, with 3,000 people attending.
It can be difficult work for an art critic who is trained in the "Western" tradition to write about art by "non-Western" artists. It can be even trickier when that art arises from a culture like that of post-colonial Australia.
Despite lawsuits and public opposition, wolf hunting began in Minnesota on November 3. The dry scientific and legal facts offer fodder for heated discussion, but there is an important story of spiritual and moral imperative that has escaped media attention.
Wearing nothing but rubber boots and a traditional comé (a string supporting the genitals), Juninto lips curled in a curious smile, long obsidian hair billowing down a muscular brown back. "Huaponi" he uttered. "Hello."