Living in Puebla, I usually spend my weekends cycling between galleries, but this week’s news has me feeling particularly reflective. The passing of Cuauhtémoc Cárdenas feels like the end of an era for our democracy; as a social democrat, I’ve always admired his steadfastness against the old PRI machine.

On a more visual note, I’m incredibly moved by the opening of the first International Biennial of Caricature in Tlatelolco. Seeing Hamid Ghalijari’s piece—a flower defying an army—reminds me why I studied Fine Arts. In a world increasingly cluttered by AI-generated noise, there is something raw and vital about a hand-drawn political critique. The Ukrainian and Iranian winners prove that illustration remains our most potent universal language for resistance.

Closer to home, UDLAP just launched their 'Superficies' exhibit. I’m thrilled to see street art and illustration getting the academic space they deserve. Between the record-breaking Catrina in the Zócalo and these heavy political shifts, it’s a strange, beautiful time to be a creator in Mexico. We are mourning the past while drawing the future.