Morning in the market


Chichicastenango, Guatemala, early 90s



fruit vendors


On the shore of Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, early 90s. The thing I love the most about these photos is the sheen on the Mayan man’s forearm and the way it highlights his thick veins ~~ blood as river, body as map.



slow time amidst the bounty

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Guatemala, early 90s.

The murals of Diego Rivera

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Excerpts from Diego Rivera’s massive murals in the National Palace of Mexico in Mexico City, this one obviously depicting the onslaught of degradation brought about by the arrival of Cortes.

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This one, if memory serves, depicts the rise of the age of mechanization, symbolized by the dark hands rising–with an ominous centrality–amid everyday life.

A silk-screen reproduction of the painting below hangs in my home (the winged serpent Quezalcoatl on the left). Its message of power, surrender, sacrifice, acceptance and transcendence always moves me.

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For 25+ years I have carried in my wallet a well-worn piece of paper on which I wrote a quote apparently by Quetzalcoatl: You are to wander in and out of strange villages. Perhaps no one will favour you, perhaps none will buy your wares, but do not turn back, do not give up, there is something the Lord of the Universe will assign you.