Exhibition in Denver celebrating the works of José Guadalupe Posada, whose iconic imagery has become associated with Day of the Dead celebrations:
From my novel A Western Capitol Hill:
Garrett’s mind takes leave of his body, hovering over Cheesman Park. The park’s green, grassy plots crumble open, extruding the dead from underneath the ground. They begin to dance. Some skeletons hold picnics. Some sunbathe in the nude. Some ride in carriages being pulled by the skeletons of horses. Some shoot the skeletons of birds from the sky. Some tend dead roses. It looks like a collection of Día de los Muertos engravings by Posada come to life.
Hopefully, Posada would approve.
Day of the Dead-inspired cannabis skull in the window of a Capitol Hill greeting card and tchotchke shop:
Very Mile-High-Cityesque.
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