17 October 2024

 

 


 

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.

 

14 October 2024