Tarsila do Amaral
I had a surreal bus ride to work today. I (for once) did not have to wait a minute, as the bus showed up when I got to my stop. Got on and woman, with her daughter sitting next to her, was yelling to her boyfriend on a cell phone for half the ride. What to do? Ipod time... and it shuffled to some nice Brazilian music, and I daydreamed, and something made me think of Tarsila... so here are some examples of her fine work:
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