José Guadalupe Posada, Gran calavera eléctrica, 1913

 

photo credit: Colectivo SOS

 

 

 

When I finally saw Orozco's 1939 Man of Fire in person there was no one in the domed hall other than a young sleeping priest, lying in black clerical attire on a backless bench directly under it.  He woke up and started speaking softly without moving.  What I could make out could have been a dream, gospel, or a recounting of images.  Then he would fall asleep again.

 

 

 

 

his legs are over there

she doesn't have a head

 

repeat

tomorrow

 

now check a box

to verify you're human