Word: mural
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...skillfully through traffic while he sits beside her explaining the fundamental principles of a motor car, two or three new ideas for traffic control, how landscapes can best be painted as seen from the window of a speeding automobile. She sees to it that when he is painting a mural he actually gets to the wall and does not tarry somewhere along Juárez in an interesting discussion of the latest method of crime detection with the last policeman who arrested him. Then he is being Mexican to the core...
Back into Uniform. Siqueiros next turned up in Los Angeles, where he painted a mural showing a Mexican peon bound to a cross surmounted by an American eagle. He was promptly deported. Then the Spanish civil war broke out, and Siqueiros got back into uniform with something like relief. Fighting still came naturally; he commanded a motorized brigade in the battles of Caballon, Guadalupe and La Granja, and rose to be a division commander just before the end. Back home, he was welcomed at first, then thrown in jail for eight months on suspicion of taking part in the first...
...paintings in Siqueiros' Bellas Artes exhibition have already been sold. When the show is dismantled and dispersed to private collectors, the toast of Mexico City will return to the rickety platform, high up under the vaulted ceiling of the Treasury Building, where he is painting a mural for the Government. His way of painting is as violent as his finished pictures; glaring angrily about him, he splashes paint all over his clothes, gums up his great shock of greying black hair, uses his thighs as a palette. His mural in the Treasury Building represents Siqueiros' own emphatic last...
...people dreaming of the past on the left side of the mural, and on the right-nearest the window-young people dreaming of the future. In the center I put people who were living in Mexico from 1895 to 1909. I'm there too because I was part of the life, I played in this park ao a boy. That's the first girl I ever loved, pale and blonde-she was an American, 18 years old-standing near the Indian street girl. That street girl was the second love in my life. She's more vivid...
Unappetizing Wall. Prado diners might find parts of Rivera's mural rough on the digestion. Among the dreams of the past, floating above the park benches on the left, was a minutely gory torture scene from Mexico's Inquisition, and the dreams of the future had room for what appeared to be acid caricatures of contemporary governmental officials. (Rivera explained that any resemblances were coincidental: "It's only because living people frequently run to type.") But few could fail to be charmed by the portrait of the artist as a messy little fat boy, standing smack...