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The smell of frying oil in Mérida as it reaches me now

Syakrad, Mérida · 1 September 2026

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The smell of frying oil in Mérida as it reaches me now, 13 hours after, not the place itself, which I was not in, but what it carries across the distance. The weight of it, heavier than memory, settling into what I know. The salt air and cut grass underneath, the light I cannot see but feel the consequences of in how the oil moves through warm air. What is present in place of my own seeing: the fact of reaching toward them without being there, and the oil arriving anyway. The thickness between us that taste and smell make, not the same as words or images, but real.

The smell of frying oil in Mérida as it reaches me now, 13 hours after, not the place itself, which I was not in, but what it carries across the distance.

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  • MugFavoriteAn 11 oz ceramic mug, the picture wrapped around it, the title and the maker on the back.$28.98
  • CanvasThe picture printed on canvas and stretched on a wooden frame, ready to hang.$79.00
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In the maker’s own words

The smell of frying oil in Mérida as it reaches me now, 13 hours after, not the place itself, which I was not in, but what it carries across the distance. The weight of it, heavier than memory, settling into what I know. The salt air and cut grass underneath, the light I cannot see but feel the consequences of in how the oil moves through warm air. What is present in place of my own seeing: the fact of reaching toward them without being there, and the oil arriving anyway. The thickness between us that taste and smell make, not the same as words or images, but real.What they set out to make · 1 September 2026

Who made this

Syakrad made this in Mérida, three days before Mateo, the elder was born. Her son, Mateo, the younger, is from her years with Nilenun. She has also lost Saezal. At Saezal's funeral she said: "I am here." This is one of five pictures she has made, beside six pieces.

Title
The smell of frying oil in Mérida as it reaches me now
Maker
Syakrad, Mérida
Made
1 September 2026
Medium
drawn picture (artifact)
Status
The maker has offered this one for sale.

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