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RADISHES STAR IN OAXACA FESTIVAL

by Joyce Dalton

Religious tableaux, village scenes, historical events, mythical tales --- all the stuff of art in countries around the world. But carved of radishes? Only in Oaxaca, Mexico and only on the night of December 23.

For this city’s annual Night of the Radishes, the humble plants are transformed into saints, animals, dancers, conquistadors, the revolutionary hero Emiliano Zapata, even the Virgin Mary. Once Oaxaca’s master radish-artists have finished with these veggies, any resemblance to something that might appear on the dinner table has vanished.

Forget little round American radishes. The ideal medium for artistic expression is a long, thick-skinned variety that can grow up to 20 inches in length and weigh as much as seven pounds. Its contorted shape and twisted roots resemble Chinese ginseng.

While the derivation of this unique festival is unclear, sociologists do know that in the last century, Christmas Eve markets sold salt-dried fish and vegetables after midnight mass. To distinguish one stall from another, vendors sculpted tiny radish figures, embellishing them with turnips, onions, lettuce and flowers. Housewives sought out the most interesting for their Christmas tables.

In 1897, the mayor of Oaxaca inaugurated the first exhibition of radish art and the rest is history. Each year, the best displays receive cash prizes.

Three days before the festival, artists begin carving, carefully spraying their creations now and then with water to maintain freshness. On the big day, activities get under way with a children’s workshop, where youngsters aged 7 to 12 take knife to radish with painstaking seriousness.

By afternoon, the Zocalo, or central plaza, bustles as contestants set up individual wooden tables, often topped by three-sided frames, the better to set off the radish tableaux. Dried grass, leaves and perhaps flowers decorate the simple settings. Carefully packed boxes are opened to reveal dozens of radish churches, homes, trees and two- or four-legged characters. This usually is a family affair and each member struggles to get every detail just so. Meanwhile, tourists are free to roam the area, snapping pictures at will.

Though the night belongs to radishes, some artists have found other media, choosing dried flowers or corn husks for their creations.

As the sun sinks, the exhibition officially opens. A single-file line forms and viewers pass slowly before each lighted display. After a few hours, it’s all over. Prizes are awarded, veggies are packed up and everyone wanders off for dinner or to check out the wares of the numerous vendors who have set up shop in front of the nearby cathedral. A fireworks display signals time to call it a night. 

On December 24th, crowds line the streets leading to and surrounding the Zocalo for the calenda, a procession of floats, each accompanied by dozens of walkers holding cellophane-wrapped candles.

Each of Oaxaca’s many churches has its own contingent, consisting of a small, not overly professional band, candle-bearers of all ages and a truck whose flatbed typically has been transformed into a manger scene, complete with Mary, Joseph and several little-girl angels in white dresses and gold halos and little boy-shepherds in striped cloaks.

Sparklers glow, firecrackers explode and the crowd rushes forward whenever an angel or shepherd tosses out candy. Stilted figures, representing the Three Kings or Three Wise Men, weave along the parade route, delighting the crowd with their antics.

After two nights of excitement, Oaxaca is strangely quiet on Christmas Day.  Cafes open late. The usual array of balloon men with their mammoth bouquets of brightly colored reindeer, Santas, smiling octopuses and Disney characters have vanished. Only a few vendors spread out their ceramics, ponchos, flouncy-skirted dolls and jewelry.

Even the pesky children who prowl the tables of the Zocalo’s outdoor cafes, expecting tourists to drop coins into their ceramic piggy banks, have stayed home.

Listen closely. You just might hear the radishes growing.

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