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'my turn' is a group of sculptures made for the city of Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico (border of San Diego, California, USA). They were placed in public places around de Cultural Centre CECUT during the Entijuanarte Festival 2007. Curator: Olga Margarita Dávila
Each of the 6 sculptures was casted several times for a total of 15 works with different texts. They are all twice the size of the original object. Here are some of them:  Andrew and Casey. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
Andrew and Casey used to come to this side every weekend. She could not drink in there at all. He would always bring a small gun, just in case. They were parking to go to lunch and some cholos approached them asking for a cigarette. Andrew didn’t like the look on their faces so in a sudden move he shot himself trying to pull out the gun from his pants.
Andrew and Casey are now married. Having children is not in their plans.
 Yang Lu. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
After five generations in Mexico, all Yang Lu Ramírez had chinnesse, was his name and a little bit his eyes. Nevertheless, now that he has been accepted in the UCLA after winning the Panamerican Games playing Table Tennis for Mexico, he is very proud of his oriental routes. Yang got a scholarship before any other gringo thanks to the new ‘equal opportunities policy’.  Ernesto. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
He never sweated so much on his turn to the bate. They said at the lockers that Anthony Brooks came so see the game. Ernesto Flores knew he was here to see him and only him.
He could not believe it, if he hits a home run like always... Fuck, straight to the Dodgers!
The pitcher of the Diablos Rojos threw three balls in a row the son of a bitch. While waiting for the next throw, Ernesto was sending the don’t-you-fucking-dare look to the pitcher.
One week later the pitcher left the hospital with contusions on his occipital and fractures on ribs, tibia and thumb.  4th of July. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
Thank God those mexicans can't shoot their guns on Cinco de Mayo as we do on 4th of July. For sure the motherfuckers would aim this way!  Krissy. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
I never liked baseball. But one day, when I was 14, a family of missioners from Georgia moved right across the street. I was looking for reason to approach Krissy, the oldest daughter. The only one thing I came up with was starting to play baseball with her brothers in the empty neighbor lot. I asked my father to buy a bate for me because I had the fantasy of impressing the blond girl hitting homeruns.
I was such a bad player, I think that's how a lost my only chance with her.
 Eric and Freddy. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
I imagined the entire story. I will fly straight from Brussels to Tijuana. The sculptures will be transported in a car by Eric and Freddy all the way from Zacatecas. They will drive thru many military checkpoints where highly educated little soldiers will see some missiles. "If they give you a hard time, leave the bombs" i said. "I didn’t even make those and I think this text will look good with or without the sculpture”.
 Padre y Madre. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
My father worked many years making water tanks. Once, a farmer paid him with a colt 360, I remember very well because it is the only model I recognize.
When my parents splited, I saw them so upset I decided to hide the gun. Later on my mother found it and denied it for years. I couldn't convince her to borrow it to make this sculpture. I had to rely on an image from Internet.
 Reglas. 2007 Ceramic and vinyl. Dimensions variable
There was only one rule in the neighborhood: not in the face. But like most rules in Mexico, it was established too late. 
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