|A portrait of me in yellow straw hat, reading, by Roz Farbush, |
some 20 years ago in San Miguel (right), and self-photos of me today,
playfully edited with colors, angles and moods.
I look at a portrait of me painted in the 1990s by artist Roz Farbush, youthful, serious, happy, in my colorful element. It was my first time in the sunny Mexican mountain town of
"Thank you, and good day to you!"
Ah, an American! "I love your paintings," I said. We struck up a conversation and became friends. She asked if she could do a portrait. Sure! It was a delightful experience, watched by a half dozen or so friends I had made in San Miguel. From a blank canvas to a joyful painting, like life itself. We saluted Roz with margariitas afterwards. I’ve lost track of Roz, who was from the