Happy Saturday! Today I am being interviewed and am doing a free painting lesson and demonstration with Sketchbook Revival! Hop on over to their site to see how I sketched and painted this special little place! You can watch my interview HERE
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More and more I find my sketchbook a constant companion. At the very least, I keep a small sketchbook and pencil or pen in my bag and every free moment I pull it out. Instead of mindlessly scrolling through FaceBook, I open my book and draw. Even if I am not inspired by my surroundings, I still make notes and write down ideas or thumbnail sketches for things I want to study. This practice has made me a better artist and much more productive with my time!
Tryi it!
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I woke on that first day in Mexico to the smell of TORTILLAS! Remember, I told you my casita was right next to the Tortilla factory. My senses were bombarded at 6am with a pungent mixture of frying oil and salt air.
Boca de Tomatlan was slowly waking up after a long night of fiesta on the beach in front of my casita. I don't know how long the party went on, but I slept well and was excited for a day of art lessons from one of my favorite artists, Bob Burridge
I quickly got ready and gathered my art bag and decided to walk through the village instead of crossing the frigid river water!
After my epiphany the night before, I embraced the little village and delighted in everything around me. "Buenas Dias," people greeted me as I walked along. "Hola." I made my way up the dusty road and found my way to the bridge that crossed Rio Horcones.
The poverty in this village was evident only to me. I could sense that the locals were rich with the gift of simplicity. They had all they needed and it was more than enough. My paranoia from the day before was gone - I was no longer the "gringa," but simply a welcome visitor in their neighborhood.
Crossing the river by bridge, I discovered a whole different face to the Village. Sweet little children in pristine uniforms and backpacks were skipping off to school. They too had to cross the bridge to follow a jungle path up to their school on the side of the mountain. In the States, you wouldn't consider letting your child walk by themselves down a city street, let alone in the jungle! But this was a community of friends and families that took care of each other and they had no reason to fear anything. It was like stepping back through time.
Arriving at the Casa de los Artistas, I enjoyed a lovely breakfast with fellow artists. After our dinner last night, we were no longer strangers, but friends about to embark on an adventure together. I was excited and started feeling some peace in my soul in this beautiful setting. The chatter of people mixed with the squawking birds and animals of the jungle reached a crescendo and it felt surreal as coffee was poured and juevos were placed in front of me.
After breakfast, we moved upstairs to the open-air studio - it took my breath away. I couldn't imagine any place better to try to reignite my creative spirit.
I settled into my "spot" for the week and couldn't wait to start!
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I freshened up a bit to go over to the Casa de los Artistas for the meet and greet. I was so worried about getting to my casita that I never stopped to notice my surroundings. It wasn't until I opened the front door to leave that I looked out of the casita to an incredible view that stopped me in my tracks. Across the dusty road I traveled to get to my new home was a lovely beach, outdoor restaurant/bar, and the mouth of the river where it meets the Ocean! I was so self-absorbed when I came in that I never noticed my casita was ocean front.
Since it was nearly sunset, I decided it would be quicker to "cross the river" than walk back through town and cross the river further up and make my way down the other side through the jungle. Plus I will admit, I was a chicken to walk through the jungle by myself.
I crossed the narrow stretch of beach to the shallow river and slipped off my sandals and rolled up my pants legs. I could see the Casa de los Artistas on the other side and this was literally a 5 minute trek. I gingerly stepped into the water that was ICE COLD and picked my way across the rocky bottom. The current was STRONG and in the center the water got deep! My pants got wet, and I made a mental note to cross a little further away from the mouth next time. It must have been a hilarious site to the other artists already gathered on the balcony above.
I entered the Casa and made my way upstairs to meet my "tribe" for the coming week.
I always dread those first awkward moments when you enter a room and don't know anyone but since we were all in that same position, small talk was a little easier. After a few cocktails, conversation relaxed and we began to get to know each other. We made our way back onto the beach for a simple, yet delicious meal of fresh red snapper.
Getting to know my fellow artists, I quickly discovered I was with a diverse group of artists - they were all very cool and interesting to learn about. Halfway through the meal, a local guy came up to me at the table and offered me a big fat JOINT. I nearly died as I fumbled over my words, "I, uh, I, um, don't really do that." "Oh, senorita," he cooed, "come on, it's a gift for you!" I immediately imagined DEA agents bursting in on the scene as I quickly contemplated my decision NOT to take the weed. Another woman in my group said, "well if she doesn't want it, I'll take it!"
I soon found out that most of the group were from places where pot was legalized and they gave me an quick lesson about everything from medicinal marijuana to cannabis oil to pot gummies. I kept thinking to myself that I had stepped back into the 70's as I looked around the eclectic group discussing their various "dealers" and blends that they partake in. I felt like the uptight soccer mom from Suburbia. Is this real life?
After the meal and entertaining conversation, I made my way back to the Casita. All was very quiet in the little village and I bolted myself in and settled in bed. Thankfully the windows had heavy bars because it was a warm night and I had to open them up to get some cool air.
About the time I started to close my eyes, I heard a car pull up with the radio blasting. More and more cars arrived and I peaked out the window to see a large group gathering on the road and the beach in front of the casita. It was nearly midnight and a band was setting up. I could smell food cooking and hear the laughter and sounds of a party just kicking off.
Exhausted and emotional, the tears rolled down my face as I contemplated my life and felt I was living some altered reality. And as despair was setting in, I began to quiet myself and pray. Between my low sobs, I heard the sounds of a mariachi band. The Cumbia music drifted through my open window and it occured to me that this was beautiful. The sounds of the horns and guitars strumming mixed with strong, harmonized voices. This was Mexico. This was what I had come for. To immerse myself in another culture and run as far away from my normal, boring, sad life as I could.
As the waves and music blended together, moonlight splashed across my bed and I drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep . . .
to be continued.
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— from the movie, Serendipity
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