Every year since my friend & fellow writer Cate Poe has
resided in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, she posts pictures of Catrinas. Not just at this time of year, near the time
of the Day of the Dead, but whenever she & her consort Tejano encounter
them across the Mexican landscape they both so love to explore.
And I have become obsessed with wanting to make one.
Catrinas are a tradition in Mexico, especially during the
fall & leading up to the Day of the Dead.
There is a bit of debate – did Catrinas develop in Mexico from a
European influence or did they develop as a natural process, merging indigenous
beliefs with the influence of the Catholic Church.
Catrinas are magnificent creatures. Female, with the body of skeletons, garishly
dressed & adorned. They celebrate
death, indicating that life continues long after the body dies.
One last thought before signing off to watch Charlie Rose
& to continue reading Javier Marías for the first time (Marías may be the
only author with longer sentences than Charles Dickens & like with Dickens,
I keep reading). I made a fine chicken
broth from cooking down a roast chicken today. The kitchen is in a shambles,
which will drive me crazy tomorrow morning.
But it takes a lot of time & thought to plan out a Catrina, albeit a
small Catrina.
Day 1 of Assembly: Because
this is my first Catrina & my Paper Mache skills ceased after the first
& last piñata I made, I have a strict budget. Recycle what is tucked into boxes & bins,
purchase as many items, including the skeleton form, at dollar stores. Splurge on fabulous fabric roses for the
neckline of her blouse & her hair.
At the local Dollar Tree, I found a skeleton to serve as a
form (do all skeletons have broad shoulders & obscenely large feet ?), & colored raffia ribbon.
Then I removed a dress from a Gabriel doll (think Xena the Warrior
Princess) to turn into a skirt. The
Gabriel doll, along with Xena, was a in a box of red headed Barbies, from
another life & another time & another mindset.
Because I did not want to use the flour I purchase for my
kitchen to make glue, I bought flour at the Dollar Tree. I also found some black ribbon to give the
semblance of hair across my Catrina’s skull.
The raffia ribbon is quite cumbersome – I have to unravel
it to its full width. As I start to form
sleeves of her blouse on her arms, my Catrina takes on a personality of her
own. Her form resists the raffia ribbon
until I retrieve a small paintbrush & lightly coat each layer of ribbon with the dollar store flour glue.
One thing I have learned this afternoon: Paper Mache is not as easy as it is in my
memory of art classes or that piñata.
As I wrap expanded strips of colored raffia across her
skeleton, I cannot decide if I am creating a Catrina, or mummifying her.
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