Rows upon rows of pink crosses line the desert floor. A veil-covered skeletal face emerges from the barren landscape. She tells the dying girl in her arms: “There’s no such thing as villains and heroes. Only those lost in the desert” (49). Shivers trail down my spine. Hilary Bettis’ play, The Ghosts of Lote Bravo … Continue reading Artist’s Statement: The Many Faces of La Santa Muerte