“I had a kind of dream, that of Mexico whose secret force is the one of its landscapes, its volcanoes, its deserts, and its natural and sacred magic. It has confronted the West, which still today exercises its economic and cultural domination over the world. This magical and natural connection to a certain sacred “primitive” is, in my opinion, buried in a memory, that of matter, that of Mexican natural force. It is to this memory that the film ['Tropics'] refers.”