When I was growing up, we had this print in my family living room. I got used to seeing it on the daily and after a while, it became a part of the wall. When I was a teenager, Diego and Frida paintings were like, yeah whatever. I wanna see something with demon horns or alchemy and impossible birds. But when I scrolled past it in my feed just now, this piñata made me feel wonderful things. It is perfect and right. I am the kid in the blue crying in the corner and my sister is the smiling one with the white moño on her head. And all around us, that is our home.
Diego Rivera, 1953
Children’s Hospital of Mexico