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  Mariposa   The flight of the butterflies—often passing through the deep south to the heart of the Yucatan.  From the hubris of American civilization to the ruins of a collapsed Mayan civilization—the butterfly travels.  From the naïveté of youth to the complexity of antiquity—unimpressed by our systems and borders—suspended in flight—above the trees, over walls and into the land of former kinds and gods—unmoved by our civilized ways.  Content to be in its natural flight. 

Mariposa

The flight of the butterflies—often passing through the deep south to the heart of the Yucatan.  From the hubris of American civilization to the ruins of a collapsed Mayan civilization—the butterfly travels.  From the naïveté of youth to the complexity of antiquity—unimpressed by our systems and borders—suspended in flight—above the trees, over walls and into the land of former kinds and gods—unmoved by our civilized ways.  Content to be in its natural flight. 

Quin_Mary_WallofUxmal.jpg
Quin_Mary_Mariposa.jpg
Quin_Mary_InstallationViewII.jpg
Quin_Mary_DeepRoots.jpg
Quin_Mary_In The Presence of Antiquity.jpg
Quin_Mary_InstallationViewI.jpg
Quin_Mary_OldMagnolia.jpg
Quin_Mary_StepsOfEkBalam.jpg
  Mariposa   The flight of the butterflies—often passing through the deep south to the heart of the Yucatan.  From the hubris of American civilization to the ruins of a collapsed Mayan civilization—the butterfly travels.  From the naïveté of youth to the complexity of antiquity—unimpressed by our systems and borders—suspended in flight—above the trees, over walls and into the land of former kinds and gods—unmoved by our civilized ways.  Content to be in its natural flight. 
Quin_Mary_WallofUxmal.jpg

Mariposa

The flight of the butterflies—often passing through the deep south to the heart of the Yucatan.  From the hubris of American civilization to the ruins of a collapsed Mayan civilization—the butterfly travels.  From the naïveté of youth to the complexity of antiquity—unimpressed by our systems and borders—suspended in flight—above the trees, over walls and into the land of former kinds and gods—unmoved by our civilized ways.  Content to be in its natural flight. 

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