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Diego Rivera (Mexican, 1886-1957), The Flower Carrier, 1935, oil and tempera on Masonite, 48" x 47 3/4"
The other day Ciwt was expecting a delivery of a fairly expensive garment she'd ordered on line. As the day went into evening, she kept going to her front door to see if the package was there. Finally, just before going to bed she looked one more time - and there it was on her doorstep. At 10 p.m. - which meant that someone had to drive alone in the dark of night to bring Ciwt a luxury item she had effortlessly ordered on her computer. Ciwt felt relieved the delivery was safe, but, more than anything now, she felt forlorn and guilty. (Perhaps needlessly, it might be said, because the driver could have been someone like a student who was delighted to have part time work that suited a student's schedule).
So, what does Ciwt's new delivery have to do Diego Rivera's The Flower Carrier painting above? It's a much reproduced image and a painting she has seen many times at its artistic home right here in San Francisco. But the last time she walked past it, she realized she was feeling that same sadness and guilt from the evening home delivery.
And this of course goes to Rivera's brilliant ability to tell seemingly simple stories with an economy of form and color that gives them powerful, transcendent meaning. Here we see two dark-skinned, big-boned individuals. The small man's burden is so heavy he must rely on the assistance of the woman to hold it as he struggles to stand. Every strand of the basket, every leaf and even each blade of grass is earthy and highly individualized. This is not a cozy man and nature painting.
And what is in the basket? Bunches and bunches and bunches of beautiful flowers. Flowers for ladies' hair, for extravagant arrangements on sideboards and tables of restaurants and haciendas. Flowers for enjoyment and visual delight - but not for these laborers who don't - can't actually - relate to them that in way at all. Flowers for people like Ciwt.
Rivera's message is not hidden, nor is it bracketed by the era in which he painted. It poses timeless, uncomfortable realities of economic and class differences that go back to the beginning of human societies and are in every headline today. Realities that Ciwt would just as soon not dwell on because they make her feel forlorn and guilty.