Leo Laniado

In one way or another, art is about transformation, about revealing the miraculous. But with so much coming at us — so much posturing as art that is really no more than its advertisement — it’s easy to forget. But Leo Laniado keeps his eye on the ball. An intellectual in the true sense of the word, he is a thinker, a born storyteller, a man at once warm and jovial who will suddenly weave into conversation some line from T.S. Eliot or William Butler Yeats and then turn sullen, unsure he is able to set things right in the gardens he makes throughout South America.