La Frontera, the frontier, or the American Mexican Border wall in The Rio Grande Valley, Texas is my cage. The photographs I make with my father draw upon the pictures found in How-To books, border patrol documents, and speak to the construction and repair of our own family home and those on other people's property in the Rio Grande Valley, Texas. I tell my father's story as an immigrant and blue-collar worker to shed light on the invisible laborer.
My father also works as an assembler for an aerospace manufacturer. For 33 years he has drilled holes around the head of the rocket. The head holds satellites for google maps and military GPS.  His vocation inspires me to use google maps to pinpoint surveillance cameras and immigrant deaths along the Rio Grande River. In the Deceased Migrants, polka dots pepper the surface of the maps and mark the deaths of migrants traveling to the United States. The paper dyed with water from the Rio Grande River gives the hue of a creamy brown, like cafe con Leche, or like our skin. In Maquiladora, I constructed a factory out of 8x10” negatives. In front of this stage, I perform as the worker surveilled by an infrared surveillance camera. My way of working is Rasquachismo. In my images, the blue tarp is both a photographic backdrop and a workspace that could also be used for shelter when making the trip north as in Master Day Laborer. With the violent history against the body of LatinX males, it is second nature to perform Rasquachismo.