Sunday, July 12, 2015
Hacienda Evening, 12x16
.......Every once in a while the forces that are around have to remind me that what I 'think' is going on is probably only a sliver of the picture, if that much.
Some old and good friends have just returned to this island, escaping Arizona just in time, in my opinion. While living there and visiting Mexico they bumped into a 350 to 400 year old hacienda in one of the oldest towns in North America, so old that it is where the priests left from to found Los Angeles and San Francisco. At one time it was the richest town in the western hemisphere. Of course they bought it and, of course, invited me/us down occasionally.
The other day we were talking about their need to sell the place and, as we talked, I was flooded with memories of tres leches cake, tacos on the street, balmy evenings, the smell of flowers, good talks and lots of time painting and hanging out.
So. Yesterday, in another attempt to clean my studio I ran across this painting from just after they had bought the place and one of my initial attempts at painting in Mexico. I haven't seen this piece for years and, to my knowledge, haven't shown it to anyone. Why do I do these things?
I'm posting it now for my friends to tell them how much I appreciate the times we were able to spend there together. It was emotionally very rich. Thanks you two.
Where? Alamos, Sonora, Mexico and the bridge across the arroyo joins the Hacienda de Los Santos, one of the classier hotels I've seen.
Ok. Now if the forces that be will stop pulling out these oldish paintings so I can get the place organized.....
I'll be back. Thanks for reading.