The Fondo Nacional para el Fomento de las Artesanías or National Fund for the Development of Arts and Crafts (best known as FONART) is a dependence of the Secretariat of Social Development (SEDESOL). It was established in 1974 to promote and protect traditional Mexican handcrafts. The agency has four main programs including artisan training, retail selling and the sponsoring of craft competitions as the local, regional and national level. FONART directly helped 26,600 artisans in 2006, but the agency has been criticized for being inefficient and not meeting the demands of national transparency laws. Currently, it seeks the capacity to authenticate crafts on a national and international level due to competitions from imitations from Asia.
FONART was founded in 1974 and since 1995, it has been under the supervision of the Secretariat of Social Development (SEDESOL). The overall purpose is to protect and promote traditional Mexican handcrafts, opening national and international markets for craftsmen as many of these workers live on poor, rural and indigenous areas. There are an estimated 8 million artisans working in Mexico, and FONART directly helped 26,600 of them in 2006. Those who live in impoverished or indigenous areas have priority. In 2007, the agency had a 71 million peso budget, 42 million pesos of which were generated by sales of crafts.
I've got my black garbage bag
Picking up parts from the wreckage of the blast
I'm trying to piece together this
Giant puzzle hidden within the crash
All the salvage in an
Airplane hanger now
Closer to the mystery than
Looking inside each crumpled body bag
It all happened in a flash
It was a mighty fine ride [x4]
Loved ones are questioning
They hug each other in a conference room and cry
Dreading the inevitable
Bracing themselves for the worst
Investigators bent over the box
It seems the truth is an elusive terrorist
And the stench is knocking me out of here
In this centralized morgue
It was a mighty fine ride [x4]
Creeping around and it's a violent "Bye"
And I try to explain, I try to apologize
I don't think they see me standing here
And I, I wonder why
I've got my black garbage bag
Picking up parts from the wreckage of the blast
I'm trying to piece together this
Giant puzzle hidden within the crash
All the salvage in an
Airplane hanger now
Closer to the mystery than
Looking inside each crumpled body bag
It all happened in a flash