I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
can’t wait for the High exhibit in February
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?
Mexico 1992, a set on Flickr.
Yesterday since I was confined to nursing my bad knee, i spent time scanning old photos. It allowed me to relive one of my favorite vacations. In 1992, I traveled to Chapala and Guadalajara mexico. This is where my love of mexican art bloomed. After viewing Orozco’s “el Hombre de Fuego” in Hospicio Cabañas, I dove into his work and the work of his peers - Diego Rivera and especially Frida Kahlo.