Yesterday, street photographer, Scott Schuman, whose work I have admired for many years, said that he does not feel educated enough to weigh in on the issues and complexities of race, and that for now he is channeling his energies into listening and learning. And doing what he does best, which is sharing beautiful images from recent weeks that have moved him. In the spirit of sharing beauty, and bringing awareness and appreciation to the marginalized, overlooked and misinterpreted, I bring you an artist a day, every day, for as long as feels necessary. At 99, Luchita Hurtado is just beginning to get the recognition she deserves. Although she has made art all her life, it was only recently, when the director of her late husband, Lee Mullican’s estate stumbled upon drawings and paintings signed, “LH” that decades of work was released into the world. Born in Caracas, Hurtado has lived a peripatetic life, between the Dominican Republic, Chile, the USA, Mexico and Italy. De Koonings, Chagall and Léger were all pals. I read that Duchamp used to massage her feet. Themes of motherhood, nature and family are central to her work. “I think I became an artist because of nature,” she says in this moving film. “I remember as a child watching a butterfly break its cocoon and experiencing these extraordinary feelings towards it.” This self portrait painted in the walk-in closet of the home in Chile she shared with Mullican in the 60s, is an intimate perspective on how the artist sees herself, and her surroundings. Reflecting back on the painting, and the streak of light across the Navajo rug, Hurtado now says, “I concluded, that’s all I have in the world, is myself. And I am who I am because I am doing what I want to do, and not what I am told to do.”