UNREGISTERED BODY
A quiet room for whoever found this in a bathroom, club, border, or street.
You found an image that was not an ad. It was not asking you to buy anything. It was asking if you are still here.
This is an unregistered archive.
I leave small prints — saints, ghosts, fugitives — in places where Indigenous, migrant, queer, and undocumented life moves: clubs, bathrooms, laundromats, resource centers, parks, and streets.
They are not decoration. They are witnesses.
Para les que cruzan sin permiso,
para les que bailan con el miedo pegado al cuerpo,
para les que siguen apareciendo a pesar del archivo.
For those who crossed without permission,
for those who dance with fear stuck to their skin,
for those who keep appearing despite the archive.
What you found
You may have found a small St. Sebastian print, a ghosted photograph, a redacted document, or something that looked like nothing at all. These are part of an ongoing project of dispersed offerings.
What to do with it
- keep it in your wallet
- tape it to your mirror
- leave it for someone else
- throw it away
- forget it for now and remember it years from now
You don’t owe the image anything. If anything, it owes you witness.
My name is Nube Hawk Cruz. I am an artist working with photography, performance, and ghost objects — materials that behave like they remember more than they reveal. I come from an Indigenous migrant family between Mexico, Los Angeles, San Diego, and other scattered places.