“Mexico's intellectual life was dominated by painting. Mexican painters covered the city with history and geography, with civil strife, with fierce controversies. Jose Clemente Orozco, lean, one-armed titan, has his place on an elevated peak, a son of Goya in this phantasmagorical country. I talked to him often. The violence that haunted his work seemed alien to his personality.” (from ‘Conjieso que he vivido: Memorias’, Pablo Neruda)
running the whole length of the horizon...