Sunday, October 24, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Roses are a particular flower, with which I have had a love/hate relationship all my life. There were many “rosales” in our home’s garden while growing up. I used to pick all their spines, encase them in each other and make necklaces out of them. In the process I always ended with bloody fingers. My favorites are of course, deep red. However in the Baja desert we have our own rose, and this one does not have any spines. it has a smooth and succulent trunk giving way to deep green lush leaves with pink, red or white flowers.
A ls 5am se reunió una gran comunidad de uns 300 personas en la playa de Punta Lobos para rendir homenaje a la Vírgen del Pilar (nuestra Patrona en Todos Santos). Se rezó el rosario y el Padre Sergio dió Misa al amanecer. Los mariachis acompañaron canciones y fué una de las más bellas mañanas que he vivido. La ceremonia hace honor a la Vírgen y le encomienda que bendiga a nuestros pescadores, los cuales salen diariamente a pezcar aquí en el Océano Pacífico. Al terminar la Misa fuimos todos invitados a abordar las pangas de los pescadores para acompañar a la Vírgen en una pequeña travesia hacia Puerto Nuevo.
In my art I love working in a series because it allows me the possibility to explore a theme in depth, to expand into all kinds of options, and allow myself the act of repetition with slight differences. Hoping… that by the end I am ready to move into something new.
Recently I found something that Matisse wrote in 1916 “When you have achieved what you want in a certain area, when you have exploited the possibilities that lie in one direction, you must, when the time comes change course, search for something new.”
Sometimes it is hard to change direction, because we are within our comfort zone or because there are some questions which take a long time to answer.
Listening to Leonard Cohen… From bitter searching of the heart quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part. This is the faith from which we start men shall know comonwealth again from bitter searching of the heart.
It is amazing to observe a beautiful finch work so hard to build a nest, carrying feathers, branches and twigs and padding it down with her chest. Of course that is only the beginning of the job. Followed by keeping the little eggs warm and protected from the wind, then feeding the baby birds to make them healthy and strong. And eventually the final the day comes when it’s time to teach them how to fly and let them go. I thought about that on October 4th.