Did I ever mention that I don’t paint landscapes. On my return to Comox I decided to take a landscape painting workshop because that’s what a lot of artists paint up here and quite frankly, what mostly sells. I did give it a “serious effort” and ended up with Purple Punk Pollo (chicken for those who don’t speak Spanish). I must say she did stand out in the class photo of our finished paintings. Goes to show, everyone sees things differently. That’s a good thing, right!!
A year ago we spent three weeks in San Cristobal de Las Casas in southern Chiapas. One of our side trips included a tour to Chamula, a town steeped in the old Mayan beliefs. On the way back we made a stop in a town called Zinacantan to visit a Women’s Cooperative. This Cooperative did not carry as many of the original handcrafted items as others we had seen, but the children “helping out” their mothers were sure cute. This young girl caught both of our eyes and hearts.
Another Revolution Day painting. This one of 2 young boys sporting two different styles of moustaches popular at the time of the Revolution in 1910. Could they possibly be descendents of guerrilla leaders Pancho Villa and Emiliano Zapata. Pancho Villa appeared to have the smaller moustache so I can only assume he is the hero of the young boy on the right.
I haven’t painted a “Series” before so this is another first. I have been drawn to people the last few years and it appears, more so children. So I have decided to do a series on Mexico’s future, which is of course, its children. Where better to start than with Mexico’s past , the Revolution of 1910, with its annual celebration in November. Mexico’s future, its children, dominate the day’s events steeped in history and tradition. You can feel the pride and determination emanate from the Mexican people, especially the youth. With the youth in many other countries appearing to have lost their way, Mexico indeed is a country to be looked up to and perhaps envied.
Hen 1 – Did you see that woman? All decked out in her finest.
Hen 2 – Now, now my little voyeur. You know it’s rude to stare.
Hen 3 – Well, I think I look pretty spiffy myself.
At least that’s what I thought they said. My French isn’t as good as it used to be.
A simple oyster shell washed up on the beach, majestically perched. At least until the next wave hits. And why can’t the beach be green!
Everybody loves a parade! Parades in Mexico are the most colourful you will ever see and steeped in tradition. The local children really steal the show with their enthusiasm and energy. These 3 young girls were in their glory, all dolled up. What girl wouldn’t be.