Mexico Journal: Aug. 14, pots at the museum

Descending lizard pot. Fat dog pots. Foot cups, leg cups, hand cups. Cups for every part of the body. Yes, that too, drink from the spout of the penis cup.

An old woman with a few teeth, gladly welcomes us with outstretched arms and hands, she bows. Wrinkled and flaccid.

A comical man wears his sandal straps between the middle ring toes, ouch! The pouch around his neck is empty. He wears leather wristbands with key latch knots. His tongue is out, is he chewing on a cigar? Is he lacing his tongue with a scourged rope? Bloodletting?

A mask of a corn god with his eyebrows raised, his smile is slightly askew. He's very much a human individual, he is not stylized. The model is at hand.

The fertility god has ropes across his body. A trinity of ear and lip plugs distort his face. He's kneeling, a sacrifice?

A flock of three-legged pots look like they'd like to all run off but aren't sure how far they'd get. Running in circles. What was stored in them, cacao?

A codice with tiny footprints lead the eye from the story frame, to the story henge. One codice of a mission, and one of an Indian priest sitting down on his throne outside.

One notes the styles of headdress, another depicts a thatched hut, or na, that demonstrates how the fronds are attached. An encyclopedia of daily living.

Several parrot heads are painted on a frieze. All the little footprints lead out of the na, the house, to the garden. Ceiba trees, and in the garden, there is maize, and peppers, sapote and cacao orchards, and thousands of frogs.



no date, no place, I suspect it's a museum in Yagul, or Oaxaca.