When we bought the new house in the South of Mexico city, in the Tlalpan neighbourhood, there was a house nearby, entirely painted with “street art”. Motifs inspired from pre-Colombian lore. Here’s how it looked from left to right.
The central figure was a red-hair tree-woman (goddess?) The scroll coming out of her mouth was the Aztec symbol of speech. It meant the Lady was speaking.
Speaking to whom? Or just blowing on her extended tree-hand?
Was she speaking to the phoenix on her hand or to the lady in blue?
Neither the lady in blue nor the goldfish responded.
The deer and the jaguar fell silent.
The house and paint were old. But they told a story. Until, a few weeks ago, on one our first walks out of lockdown, we found the house had been re-painted. Again, from left to right:
“I’m not late yet, am I ?” said the rabbit to the butterflies and the cat. What cat? The tiny one on the window. Alice was out on an errand.
The red-haired lady got a haircut.
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night…” (Don’t mind the snakes)
The young lass with the snakes? Ixchel is her name.
She is waiting for the waning moon. She is the mother of all gods.
Artist name: Duek Gonzalez, Bogotá. A Colombian in Mexico? My compliments to both artists and the house owner. (Though I liked the previous art better. Oh, well…) A technical note: light at this time of year is very tricky. The street is oriented North-South. Sun comes up behind the house in the morning. Backlit subject. Now in the afternoon, the sun projects too many shadows from the trees…
Thank you for flying Equinoxio Airways. I asked WP whether we could set up a frequent flyer scheme. They said no. And stuck us with the new bl..dy editor instead. 😉 Stay safe.