Graveyard street (art)

“Moonwalk”. (See Marcel Marceau). Tepoztlán, Mexico. 2020 Corn is God. Tepoztlán. And the house gets painted for free. “The history of France must be deconstructed.” Emmanuel Macron, President of France. Authentic. I wonder whether the President of a country is entitled to deconstruct. Shouldn’t he or she build or re-build the country? Or am I…

Contemporary art, Mexico

OMG. “Vuelo”, The flight. By José Luis Barrera. Study in scarlet. By Humberto Valdez. “Hope arrives at the Ajusco mountain”. By Froylan Ruiz. Above: The corn god, by Erick Pozos. Below: “My Valentine” by María Villar Bragdon. “Huarhari.” Whatever that means. An interesting composition by Froylan Ruiz again. Versatile. “Mexico”, by José María D M.…

Pot-Pourri # one. (catch) twenty-two

Stairway to heaven. Bogotá, Colombia. (c) Oscar. Goldfish Airways, Cuernavaca, Mexico. “Vol de nuit”. Night flight by Saint-Exupéry. Wot? Not night? Ok. Day flight. Have posted it before anyway. The art is still there after a few years. Mexico city 2021 Downtown. Mexico city. Wasn’t there a “Downtown” Petula Clark song? Around the 19th century?…

Street Art here and there

“Euphorie des sages”. Euphoria of the wise. Bogotá. (c)ourtesy Oscar. “Happy birthday, Mr. President.” Mexico city. “On the road again”. Artist: Duek Gonzalez. Shotgun shot. The fall of the House of Usher. Edgar Allan Poe. (Mexico city) Cold street. On foot this time. Must have been a great mural, but it has been tagged. Sigh.…

Get on your pony and ride

“Ride your pony “Get on your pony and ride “All righty “Ride your pony “Get on your pony and ride “Oh you’re ridin’ high “Now stay in the saddle “Way out (South) “Where the grass is green (ride) “(Mexico), you know what I mean… I‘d heard a clippity clop goin’ up the street in the…

Street Art en la calle

“War is coming”, said the Poker man. Mexico city. 2021 “Blue, blue my wall is blue…” 🎶. Mexico city. “My name is Pink. My surname? Flamingo.” Bogotá, Colombia. 2021. (c)ourtesy Oscar. Chinelo dancer. Cuernavaca. “Da real thang”. Ahuatepec. The Lady by the highway. By Duek Gonzalez. On the way back to Mexico city. The Peyotl…

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…

Back to the Sacred mountain

“My chest is a morning glory, “My song a porous rock, “My soul, a dandelion “The wind tears and blows away.” The Chinelos danced to the Sacred Mountain. The Dragonfly called the Deer She prayed to the Corn God. The Owl opened the door. The Corn was born. The flute player called the budgerigar My…

“Over” the volcano

March ’91. We’d relocated to Mexico a year before. I worked at an Ad agency, and had decided to “brush up” my scant German. (No relationship whatsoever). So I took classes at the Goethe Institüt. During breaks we talked between classmates. I told about my climb of Mont-Blanc in ’89. As it turned out, Manuel…

Street Art cocktail

Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks) All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar. The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018. Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito. Penang by bus. Rastafari!…