En un mundo de locuras. De este lado del camino.

Intihuatana translates to “hitching post of the sun” in the language of the Inca, and is arranged to point directly at the sun during the winter solstice.

México está como siempre, desorganizado y dado al diablo, sólo le queda la inmensa belleza de la tierra y de los indios. - Frida Kahlo.

Thank you for showing us the world.

“I used to believe that the human race as a whole was basically a few steps above wolves. That given the slightest change in circumstances, we would all, sooner or later, tear each other to shreds. That we were, at root, self-interested, cowardly, envious and potentially dangerous in groups. I have since come to believe — after many meals with many different people in many, many different places — that though there is no shortage of people who would do us harm, we are essentially good. That the world is, in fact, filled with mostly good and decent people who are simply doing the best they can. Everybody, it turns out, is proud of their food (when they have it). They enjoy sharing it with others (if they can). They love their children. They like a good joke. Sitting at the table has allowed me a privileged perspective and access that others, looking principally for “the story,” do not, I believe, always get. People feel free, with a goofy American guy who has expressed interest only in their food and what they do for fun, to tell stories about themselves — to let their guard down, to be and to reveal, on occasion, their truest selves. … People, wherever they live, are not statistics. They are not abstractions. … I’m not saying that sitting down with people and sharing a plate is the answer to world peace. Not by a long shot. But it can’t hurt.” - Anthony Bourdain

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The Motorcycle Diaries (2002), dir. Walter Salles

Descolonízate ✊🏽 #diadelaraza #decolonize #resistencia Artista @qetzaart #neomexicanismos

Ofrenda a Coatlicue Por Nacho

Medium: oil, canvas

Size: 81.5x63 cm Medium: oil on canvas

mexican art museum

A los 17 (en realidad 20) años me enamoré de Diego, lo cual no les pareció bien a los míos (sus padres), pues Diego era comunista y decían que parecía un gordo, gordísimo Brueghel. Afirmaban que era como un casamiento entre un elefante y una paloma. No obstante, hice todos los arreglos necesarios en el registro de Coyoacán para podernos casar el 21 de Agosto de 1929. Le pedí unas faldas a la sirvienta, quien también me prestó la blusa y el rebozo. Me acomodé el pie con el aparato, para que no se notara, y nos casamos. Nadie asistió a la boda a excepción de mi padre, que le dijo a Diego: “No olvide que mi hija es una persona enferma y lo será toda su vida; es inteligente, pero no bonita. Piénselo… y si a pesar de todo desea casarse con ella, le doy mi consentimiento”.