Cafecito literally means «little coffee». It is more than that. Cafecito is an action. It is the act of making home. A cafecito is the hours you spend talking after the meals have been eaten. It is the sweet bread that intrinsically comes with it. It is an invitation to share oneself. Cafecito is a measure of time, of words spoken, of love.
After asking people on instagram about what made their houses their homes, I reflected on mine. For me, it is this moment. A cafecito in the morning, another in the afternoon. Sitting around my mother’s kitchen table with her, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, with my back to the window. It is a good spot because I can see the plants’ reflection on the mirror above the sink, to where my sight is naturally directed. I go out to the corner bakery. We like conchas.
I really liked how one of the ink vignettes I drew for this project. It was the one where «voices and smells» made a house a home for someone. I digitally revisited it and added corn plants, a night sky, stars and a way to get there.
Maxim Zaragoza 