Allow me to introduce Rodrigo Hernández with an anecdote: walking down the street one day in Oaxaca City, he had us pause to admire the lettering on a sign in a store window in which the first part had been done by a professional painter but the second part, presumably added later, had been done by an amateur who sought to imitate the professional, but with winsomely wonky results. It was precisely that second part, and the inimitable uniqueness of…
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