01.08.23

Agave arranged in clusters before the memorial gardens within Trotsky’s villa, the one where he was murdered after numerous stabbings with an ice pick. Ominous yet beautifully manicured.

 31.07.23

Even within THIS immense human community is it a practice to put a cat on it. 

30.07.23

A landmark of sorts. Wandering through the labyrinth of colonial webbing this odd structure marked “close-by.” At night it was lit as an installation and housed the attendants who allotted parking to ensure a full ledger. There is a distinct quality to the manner in which the pixels are played in blue.
 

 29.07.23

Order defied, the typology of numbered walls is varied. Options prevail. The city, deeply defined by geography, climate, and colonial tradition, celebrates the wall as a defining edge. These walls are cellular membranes that preclude osmosis. Features include mail slots, intercom, two way mirrors, two-tone, and botanical drapery. Our preference is for hanging overgrowth such as jasmine in cascade.

28.07.23

Juan O’Gorman designed bridged studios for Diego and Frida. Remarkable spaces for work and wonder. The largesse of him stood in stark contrast to the diminutive stature of her. The scale of his bed defied comprehension for comfort. Curatorial considerations led to the positioning of his shoes, suitcase, and bedpans just so. 

27.07.23

Volumes have filled shelves. Water and the Mexica. Pilings into lake beds. Mud daubed into fertile plinths. A capital without rivals and yet deathly allergic to gunpowder, iron, and equestrian assaults. What water is left is pooled on the edges or drained away into some unseen slurry from which grass is greened and IKEA houseplants grow to their full capacity. Not unlike the Romans, engineers supply refreshment to the countless millions by drawing from distant mountain reservoirs. (Not at ease with the blur - technology at times disappoints.)

 

26.07.23

We entered the garden after negotiating admission and purpose. The watercolour artists hung their work on the walls with the aid of the curatorial staff. Death reflected onto the past while looking forward. Woven sentiments rolled about until settled into their new order. The life-sized labours of the working multitudes were cast into permanent toil. This is a culture that begins and ends each day with a cleansing. The domestic arts and sciences of pride and necessity.