The idiot box turns off. There are no more patrons, and what's more no one gives a fuck. But that sensation of surprise in front of such a well-known mural wouldn't let me alone or let me film as I wanted. I scrutinized things. I used the pretext of wanting the best angle, the best light.
Techies are patient.
They respected my efforts. All the American workers Diego painted have their backs to the spectator. The artist painted only working backs, except when the white workers are using goggles to protect themselves from sparks thrown by the welding torches. The American faces are anonymous. Rivera saw them the way they see us, Mexicans.