I am the emblem and logo of the Musée du quai Branly, but I reside at the Louvre Museum, or to be more precise, at the Pavillon des Sessions, within a stone’s throw of the Porte des Lions.
Because I am a masterpiece, I earned this place in the temple of Art, among other sculptures from Africa, Asia, Oceania and the Americas, like me. I came into being in the mountains in Central Mexico and my name comes from an archaeological site that is partly covered with the Lerma River’s water.
I am said to be associated with a funeral rite in connection with soil fertility and the earth’s annual cycle of death and rebirth. Indeed, I am always present: a great ceramic statue with generous curves, enchanting the eye with my modern design and vivid colours.
The red of my array, which is embellished with black, beige or white designs, has not lost any of its brightness, as if the painter and sculptor had employed all of his artistic expertise and standards to bring me to life. And although I am 25 centuries old, I am still extraordinarily full of vitality.