
Tracing Queer
ChicanX Histories
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Departures that Brought Us Here
March 28, 2025 – June 29, 2025
Vladem Contemporary
Montezuma Ave.
Santa Fe, New MexicoDepartures that Brought Us Here merges research in LGBTQ+ archives with the kinetic movement of a split-flap display board. Traditionally used in airports and train stations to signal movement and transition, Gomez has transformed the display board into a storytelling platform containing messages, memories, and resistance from the LGBTQ+ community. Shifting letters combine with archival ephemera, echoing the fluctuating, fleeting nature of queer histories, highlighting the precarity of queer existence.This uncovering of queer Chicanx history challenges historical erasure of marginalized communities, calling attention to what histories are seen, heard, and remembered.
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Elephant Magazine Issue 49
Judy Chicago in conversation with Massimiliano Gioni photographed by Apolo Gomez
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Headmaster no. 10
Echoes: Cheers + Queers is featured in Headmaster magazine no. 10 is a photographic series that uses AI to look back at the forgotten history of male cheerleading, reflecting on their contribution to spirit and camaraderie. This work used AI to unearth forgotten narratives and confront the limitations of Latinx and Queer histories in technology.
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2024 Fulcrum Fund Recipient
I'm pleased to announce that I am a receipt of the 2024 Fulcrum Fund for my project Tracing Queer Chicano and Gay Rights Movements Through Art. This Zine project explores the interconnected narratives of the Chicano Queer and Gay Rights Movements during the 1970s and the 1980s. The project seeks to contextualize these movements within their socio-political landscapes. Connecting the threads through interviews, and photographs of New Mexico queer activists and survivors of the epidemic
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De Groene Amsterdammer
What are you doing, man?
Reportage piece by Pepijn Keppel
July 26, 2023 – Published in No. 30
Featuring “Men I Know” by Apolo GomezI've been sitting alone against a tree in a forest in North Brabant for over an hour now, but maybe I've been there for much longer. I had to hand in my phone and watch, my sense of time is completely unreliable. It's a sweltering afternoon in May, the first tropical days of the year. The mosquitoes swarm around my ankles, between the branches lies my orange weekend bag containing a hooded sweater, raincoat, toothbrush, toothpaste, pen and paper – my stuff for this multi-day men's retreat.