After the death of her daughter, she had been compulsively shooting angelitos, the corpses of children fitted with wings before burial. Sixteen of the frames on the contact sheets are of a man and woman bringing a child’s coffin to the cemetery and burying it, and eight frames are of a deteriorating male corpse sprawled on the ground. At the moment the burial of the child was done, an enormous flock of birds rose up and flapped away; Ms. Iturbide interpreted this as an omen freeing her of her obsession.
And it got her interested in photographing birds: a huge flock against a troubled sky, “Birds, Dolores Hidalgo, Guanajuato” (1978); an individual bird, “X-ray of a Bird with Francisco Toledo, Oaxaca” (1999); and two slaughtered “Roosters, Juchitán” (1987) dripping blood. The birds seem portents, although it is hard to tell of what. Kristen Gresh, the museum curator responsible for the exhibition, comments in the wall texts on the ambiguity that is a feature of so many of Ms. Iturbide’s images.
Graciela Iturbide’s ‘Birds on the Post, Highway’
Ms. Iturbide has a special talent for making part of an object do for the whole, a sort of visual synecdoche. The two women in “Ascension, Chalma, State of Mexico” (1984) stand in their bare feet on the rough textured bark of a sloping tree limb; we see only their feet and the bottom of their skirts, but that and the connotations of the title testify to their pilgrimage. The woman in “Fallen from Heaven, Chalma” (1989) is seen in profile from the shoulder down; still her carriage and the way she holds up the excess material of her long white dress make the picture serve as a headless portrait.
Graciela Iturbide’s ‘Fallen from Heaven, Chalma’ (1989)
“The Seri” and “Juchitán” are sections devoted to Ms. Iturbide’s extended stays with indigenous peoples in remote areas. The first has two prints of one of her best-known images, “Angel Woman, Sonoran Desert” (1979); she is seen from the back, long black hair hanging down, wearing an incongruously voluminous skirt, poised as if to fly across the empty plain, and in her right hand holding—of all things—a boom box. “Juchitán” has an equally well-known image, “Our Lady of the Iguanas, Juchitán, Mexico” (1979); shot from below, the sturdy woman stands serenely indifferent to the flock of live iguanas perched on her head. “Juchiteca with Beer, Juchitán” (1984) is also in this section, a round-bellied woman with glorious plump cheeks about to enjoy her cerveza.
The revelers in “Fiestas” include “The Gardener, Oaxaca” (1974), a man in a fancy dress wearing white gloves and a tinsel crown and leaning against a doorjamb; “Tlaxcala Carnival” (1974), another man in a dress and white gloves, this one wearing a mask and sombrero with feathers, standing alone, arm akimbo, in a barren landscape; and “Holy Thursday, Juchitán” (1970s), a somber, white-haired man separated by lattice from the figure of a white-gowned man who is blindfolded.
The people who inhabit “Graciela Iturbide’s Mexico” are invariably presented with dignity, however extraordinary their rituals and animating tics; they persevere in a land of intense sunlight, dark shadows and whirring birds.