“T’úri mitiski na xani iónharhiski misiku?”
(Do you know how long the cat's face is?)
Finally I saw for the first time the book in which I participated with the illustrations of the story “The Wind and His Children.” This storybook in P'urhe was written by Zuleyma Martínez and illustrated by Michoacan artists: Ángel Pahumaba, Evelia Mora, Joel Astreo, Kitzia González.
The title of the book is “T’úri mitiski na xani iónharhiski misiku?” (Do you know how long the cat's face is?). Zuleyma wrote this book of stories inspired by the children of her community and faced with the need to create written texts in her native language aimed at children, she took on the task of finding the artist suitable for each story and invited us to their community to learn about the place where their stories take place.
When I arrived in San Isidro, I immediately felt warmth and saw that it is surrounded by beautiful landscapes; From there you can see the Patamban hill with its very particular shape, a silhouette that remained engraved in my mind and that I included in the illustrations throughout the story. I also drew the Zuleyma family hardware store and the traditional structure of the San Isidro houses. As I walked through the town I could see all the things she talked about in her stories. There, the wind currents carry all kinds of objects and, as in the story I illustrated, they chase dogs and lift girls' skirts. On the hill of pines and oaks the ground is full of pine cones and huinomo, where the protagonist of another of his stories was surely born. We visited their kitchen, a traditional kitchen in which we spent hours watching how the smoke from the stove reached the sun's rays that filtered through small cracks in the ceiling. We spent a lot of time doing one of my favorite activities, walking around the hill observing the diversity of plants, from which I got many references for the illustrations. But probably one of the things that fascinated me most about this trip was hearing Zuleyma speak P'urhe, a beautiful language that, thanks to books like this, children may want to continue speaking and of which they are proud.
The dog, the kid and the three little winds are dead.
Father, why is it so windy every year in February?
Father, why is it so windy every year in February?
