Not long after I moved here I attended a presentation made by Alan Goodman and his partner on hunting for and locating old haciendas around the valley. The trick they said is to look for very large trees near rivers and streams. They had an old map not to scale, that indicated roughly where many were.
So I struck out west after seeing one that should have been in the valleys beyond Monte Alban, turned right at Atzompa then left at some road and kept driving, eyes glued to GPS. I followed a river named Jalapilla, which my detective mind linked to the name of the hacienda I was hunting, Hacienda Jalapilla. How many could there be? Continue reading Los Trucheros de Cuatro Venados
For my last birthday, Rocío blew me away with a hand crafted machete etched with the Seahawks logo with a handle made of bull horn made by Apolinar Aguilar and pictured here with a sheath made by my friend Pablo Acevedo.
I’m enjoying the slower process of doing videos. I met Oswaldo though Rocío. He’s a remarkable painter, craftsman, and engraver. He made a few of my canvas stretchers. He teaches printmaking at Taller Rufino Tamayo, a center for creative arts in Oaxaca. Which is here: Continue reading El Grabador (The Printmaker)
So this is another post not about a painting. A few months ago I just wanted to really apply myself to another medium. I’ve always been attracted to story telling. My father used to spend hours with his grandchildren sharing stories that he had honed to spellbinding bedtime fare.
My new place in Barrio Xochimilco is right on the street, without any easement to buffer the street noise. Every day is a sound garden of vendors and loudspeakers. Fortunately at night it mostly dies down and what sounds there are to hear are masked by the ceiling fan and/or air conditioner.
I had a couple of fun visits from family. Then friends of ours announced they would be moving back to the states and wanted me to take over the lease of their place. I can’t imagine a better place for the money, still in Xochimilco, but further away from the noisy church. So I had to get ready for that move while packing for a vacation to Chiapas.
This painting is from that trip. It was in some ways grueling. The highways are very sinuous to say the least. They are too dangerous to drive at night so the trip to San Cristóbal de las Casas had to be in two legs. The first took us to Juchitán in Oaxaca. Being at sea level, it was freakin’ hot and humid. There was nothing in the town I wanted to see. Rocío had been there before and mentioned a market selling more exotic meats like iguana, turtle, etc. I wasn’t interested.
I grew up in San Diego where Mexico influences everything. We had a favorite Mexican restaurant we dined in at least monthly. Later we frequently took a camper and dune buggy to places like Rosarito, El Golfo, San Felipe, and Puertocitos.