A morning walk, Mexico

“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…

Call me Kate

My name is Catrina. Catherine? Kathryn? You can call me Kate. I dance with all. I dance with the old. I dance with the young, Alas. With the rich and the poor The mighty and the humble. I dance with Death. Dance with me. You can call me Kate. Another dancer at the Day of the…

The door

G. had finally found a door to his size. (Montreal, June 3019). And he opened it… An old pick-up & radio was playing a Charleston. Absolutely nothing happened. Ai Weiwei expo. Mexico, 2029. “The wire” wrapped its final season. Then came the eagle, looking for the rabbit. The Chinelo dancer froze. The young girl finished her ice-cream.…

Day of Muertos #2.

Fluttering eyelashes… Stage right. Stage left. Altar to the dead. The small skulls above tend to be in sugar. And often bear the names of the living. A freshly built oven. To cook “el pan de muertos”, the bread of the dead: Altars often display photographs of the departed. The old lady on top is…

Pot-seven-pourri-forty

Colours , Mexico city. 2016 Grey. Bogotá, Colombia, 1940. “Cough syrup Escovar. Cough. Flu. Colds.” Musée de l’Homme, Paris. 1916. Contemporary African art. Breton knight ready for tournament. c. mid 1300’s. Bibliothèque Nationale. (c)ourtesy Honorine Tellier. Visit her great blog for horse lovers here: (Honorine je ne t’ai pas demandé la permission… Pas de souci?) https://artequestre.wordpress.com/author/pouruncentaure/…