The Bohemian
Floating in a vast field of pale blue, a tiny mustachioed man stares out, looking almost comically lost on the page. This piece comes from José Guadalupe Posada, the Mexican printmaker famous for his skeletal calaveras, though here he offers a moment of quiet humility. The Spanish poem below translates to a hilarious self-roast: 'Whoever calls me a prize-winning artist lies; I was just a bohemian without even fingernails to scratch myself.' It’s a charming, self-deprecating glimpse into the life of a struggling creator who became a legend of folk art.
- Technique
- Material
- Paper
Views: 2