Stolen kiss. Grandson G. at the Peranakan Museum, Singapore, 2017. Asia eluded me. I was born in the Far East but left too young to really remember. I was then raised in Africa. Spent the rest of my life between Europe and the Americas. And I’m sorry to say, the evolution of Africa and Latin…
Marylin waiting for the bus. Penang, Malaysia, 2017. “Looking for truth and a flat.” In that order? The flat can be arranged. But Truth? Paris, La butte-aux-cailles, 2018. Can’t make head from… Tail… San Francisco, 2016. I simply can’t understand why the powers-that-be put a bus stop in front of perfectly good Street Art!…
“The mother of Light”. There is an electricity plant a block and a half away from my mother-in-law’s. The walls had just been painted afresh. I’ve seen this particular artist in my previous – and exciting – street art safari in Bogotá. I will look for the other mural for comparison. “What’s on the menu?”.…
Life is but a walking shadow. Dancers ready to strut and fret their hour upon the stage. Day of the Dead. Mexico. November 2018. Colonial church. Tlalpan. A 20 minutes walk away. Vintage. Japanese restaurant, London street, Mexico city. Engraving and printing workshop near the house. Every Saturday, they hold a class, carve out drawings…
Orange is the new black. Tlalpan, Mexico city. This post is for our friends in the North, caught in the drab of winter. Endless nights and shortest days. When light is dim and colours fade into grey. Here is a palet of colours for you. Hang on. Spring will come. Mary in Blue. Tlalpan. Shadow…
Equinoxio 