Visiting Homes of Interesting People
Wife of the Master Mural Painter Gleefully Dabbles in Works of Art
By Florence Davies
Something about the hilarious incongruity of a stuffed lion, a plaster-of-Paris horse, and a colored chromo of George Washington draped in garlands f red, white and blue crepe paper, all jumbled in the same shop window, proved to be too much fr the sense of humor of Senora Diego Rivera, and so she simply had to do something about it. What she did was to go home and paint it, wich may surprise people who think that Diego Rivera, the great mural painter now at work at the Detroit Institute of Arts, is the only artist in the family.
That, however, is all a mistake, since his wife, Carmen Rivera, or "Freda", [sic] as her friends call her, is a painter in her own right, though very few people know it. "No," she explains, "I didn’t study with Diego. I didn’t study with anyone. I just started to paint."
Then her eyes begin to twinkle. "Of course," she explains, "he does pretty well for a little boy, but it is I who am the big artist." Then the twinkles in both black eyes fairly explode into a rippling laugh. And that is absolutely all that you can coax out of her about the matter. When you grow serious she moks you and laugh again. But Senora Rivera's painting is by no means a joke; because, however much she may laugh when you ask her aobut it. the fact remains that she has acquired a very skillful and beautiful style, painting in the small with miniature-like twchnique, wich is as far removed from the heroic figures of Rivera as could well be imagined.
Thus, while her husband paints with large brushes on a huge wall surface, his wife, herfels a miniature-like little person with her long black braids wound demurely about her head and a foolish little ruffled apron over her black silk dress [...]