I’ve arrived to the point in my dissertation where I address a frequent question: “so, these architects are like a Chilean Bauhaus?” It’s an indirect way of saying, “relate your group to something established, something from Europe, something I know!” I get it, the unknown is terrifying. But I couldn’t live with myself as a Latin Americanist art historian if I didn’t try to pry you away from that life preserver. There are few life preservers in my dissertation and most of them have been relegated to footnotes. Like this one about the Bauhaus.
Out of nowhere this song floated to the surface of my memory today. I don’t remember the last time I heard it or what jogged my brain, but “Quizás, Quizás, Quizás” may perhaps be the best song ever. Pun intended. Continue reading