Throughout his life, which was flushed with publicity, Diego Rivera was often photographed. He filled the frame--a 300-lb. Silenus in suspenders and open- neck shirt, the liquid eyes bulging at the rival lens. One image shows him feigning sleep. He lies mountainously in the garden of his house in Coyoacan, his head pillowed on the stony side of an eroded pre-Columbian head. He is pretending to be a big baby dozing by his mother, the Mexican past, touching the root of contentment. No other photo so pungently expresses Rivera's idea of his own history, as an artist born to link the...
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