Ana Karina es Flaxtl

My work is born from fabric, as one is born from a house.

I work with scraps, seams, paint, flowers, virgins, bodies, vases, eyes, and houses that do not always have a door. Each textile fragment arrives with a previous life: it was a curtain, a dress, a tablecloth, upholstery, a remnant, a leftover, a promise. I take it and turn it into skin.

For me, sewing is not decoration. It is remembering.
It is bringing together what was broken. It is inventing a body where there were once only pieces.

The textures that appear in my work recall the love of home: a fragment of something that once touched a body. But that memory is not innocent. The home is also the place where many women learned to obey, to remain silent, to care, to hold everything together, to disappear a little so that everything could remain standing.

That is why, for me, sewing is not a docile gesture.
It is a form of disobedience.