The sculpture is called “Sol” by Colombian artist Edgar Negret, a pioneer in abstract geometric sculptures.
You can find it on the entrance grounds of the Rosewood Hotel San Miguel, a spot where they seem to favor large works of art that pulsate in a light wavelength between 610 and 780 nanometers.
The previous sculpture there was called “Britannia” and it was just as red.
It works, too.
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It is popular and entirely appropriate in San Miguel de Allende to say “You never know what’s behind a closed door.”
Entrances on San Miguel streets give you no hint at all as to what lies behind them.
The most humble of doors can open onto a garden of Eden, a fairyland, a small village, a rabbit warren of homes, a vast and empty park, a stately hacienda, ancient ruins, a private town square surrounded by stately homes, ageless and towering trees, private roads – well, whatever imagination and money can conjure.
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When I first heard that the Instituto Allende and I were born in the same year I had some mixed feelings.
I mean this venerated arts center on the Ancha de San Antonio in San Miguel de Allende looks ancient. Old stone and mortar. Buildings and walls that go back centuries. An architectural graybeard.
And me, well, I’m … I’m … well, never mind.
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Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More 