Ariel of Acebal: An Artist in Town

Under the dark sky of Argentina, the bus bounced along dirt backroads. We’d left Rosario an hour or so ago, and the distance had been filled mostly with visions of rural life. Civilization arrived in Acebal, and as we entered town I gazed lazily through the window. Pictures of quaint homes flashed by in quick session, when a four-eyed cat caught my eye. I blinked, unsure of what I’d seen. The bus carried on. Sabrina and I got off at her home, and I went to bed wondering about the mural. [Read More...]