ONE OF OUR favorite local artists, a man named Cordero, often sells his work Sundays in the main plaza downtown. We bought this piece yesterday, and I like it very much, the style, the colors, the theme.
It’s a woman indigenous to this area with the clothes they wear. Note the pleated skirt, a dead giveaway of her people.
She’s holding a collection of clay figures, the type often seen in these parts. The themes are wonderful, from demons to devils to old men sitting atop wagons or school buses.
The piece is leaning against a painted table in our living room, so you get an idea of its considerable size.
The woman is painted on wood. Cordero doesn’t seem too interested in canvas. Sometimes he paints watercolors, and the style is quite different. We have one of his watercolors, a local street scene, on paper hanging in the bedroom. That’s it to the left.
We’ll be dropping off the work at the top at a frame shop this afternoon. Getting things framed here costs a tiny fraction of what frame shops charge above the Rio Bravo.
It’s just one of millions of reasons why living in Mexico is superior to living in the United States these days, but let’s not rub that in right now.
We have two other works of Cordero, both painted on wood, in the Hacienda. One is a beautifully exotic rendition of a pink datura flower and its leaves. The other is a green jungle scene with two stone masks, the face of one is Cordero himself.
In Mexico, you don’t have to be a millionaire to buy original artwork. Being a cheapskate, I like that.