/suː-mɪŋ-iː-sɪŋ/ | soo-ming-ee-sing
iloko | to appear/ to rise
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FALL
2026
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juan m. ocampo | he/him
@juanterleude
2026
Screen-print on Polypropylene woven sack
A print reflecting on the indoctrination & erasure of the indigenous as well as the overlooked past of the U.S in regards to “The Porvenir Massacre” and documented brutality in schools towards students who spoke different dialects in conversation with my experience with time spent in Mexico as a laborer and conversations had with other laborers working the fields on family’s ranch in rural Guerrero
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Every so often, I look back at the experiences that compelled me to keep moving forward. Growing up in a family of Mexican immigrants whose primary initiative was simply to survive shaped the way I understand ambition, labor, and opportunity. Having since experienced a broader spectrum of life, I realize those experiences have become inseparable from my creative process. My work reflects both the contemporary human experience while acknowledging the generations that came before me and those that will follow. I approach my work as I would another human being. I stutter when I talk to pretty women, I overthink and stutter some more, I scratch at my teeth, bite my nails, pick my nose,. All these faults are proof of what makes a human, and being able to express these vulnerabilities so openly creates a sense of comfort & discomfort within my work blending these uncomfortable realities with discussions of self and belonging and how that condition reshapes our sense of agency, memory, and identity.. It's because I exist at a moment where memes, and social media have become so embedded in my everyday life. I no longer distinguish real from fake. My attention span has adapted to absorb an endless stream of information, moving from one image to the next, one reel after another, merging jokes with crisis. Whether absurd or deeply consequential, everything arrives through the same interface, competing equally for attention. I ask myself; what can still be taken seriously when this becomes the dominant language of a generation.