Connection?

©2010. No-contacto, Connecting with Jo, Cabeza-flor.
Thinking about complex relationships.
Pensando en relaciones complejas.

Franchesca Giordana Riveros Clavijo

©2010. Franchesca.
Julito's childhood friend saying goodbye.
Una amiga de la infancia de Julito despidiéndose. El amor es para siempre.

Sobre una Tortuga...

©2010. Sobre Tortuga.
While thinking of balance and fairness.
Pensando en equilibrio y justicia.

Ser normal...

©2010. Ser normal.
Being normal. Normal being. Thinking of the real, complex, unique beauty that makes us what we are.
Ser normal. Pensando en la belleza única, compleja y real que nos construye como individuos.

India's Recital :)

©2010. India 1 & 2
Carlos, Jo and I went for the first time to listen to our friend India play the piano. We were amazed by her talent! She could communicate with the audience through her art in such a powerful way! She actually grew in size while playing!
Carlos, Jo y yo fuimos a escuchar por primera vez un concierto de nuestra amiga India tocando piano. Quedamos asombrados por su talento y por el poder de comunicacíon tan grande que poseía usando la música como herramienta. Nos pareció verla crecer de tamaño mientras tocaba!

Port Elliot!!! ...el dragón!

©2010. Libélulas, Focas, Ballenas, Mar y Ventana de Port Elliot.
We went to the perfect Port Elliot for a couple of days in October and had a great time! Some of the sketches were done at the YHA's room, and some a few days later, while still drunk with delight. It is so peaceful and alive, you CAN actually listen to the voice of mother nature.
Estuvimos en Port Elliot un par de diítas en Octubre y la pasamos deli. Algunos bocetos se hicieron en el cuarto del hotel y otros más tarde, aprovechando que todavía tenía el sabor de la experiencia en la boca. Paraíso silencioso, vivo y activo. Generoso.

Early October

©2010. Piedra en zapato y Lobo Blanco.
Some sketches done early on October. The white wolf reminds me of Princess Mononoke.
Algunos bocetos hechos a comienzos de Octubre. El lobo blanco me acuerda de La Princesa Mononoke.

The education of Little Tree

©2010. Little Tree and Granma; Montañas
While reading, mientras leía:
THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE TREE -Forrest Carter

"Granma sang and rocked slowly back and forth. And I could hear the wind talking, and Lay-nah, the spring branch, singing about me and telling my brothers. I knew I was Little Tree, and I was happy that they loved me and wanted me. And so I slept, and I did not cry." (p.6)

"Way off, a mourning dove called, long and throathy, and the mountains picked it up and echoed the sound over and over, carrying it farther away until you wondered how many mountains and hollows that call would travel - and it died away, so far, it was more like a memory that a sound." (p.25)

(...) "In the spring when everything is born (and always, when anything is born, even an idea), there's fret and fuss. There's spring storms like a baby borning in blood and pain. Granma said it was the spirits kicking up a fuss at having to get back into material forms again. Then there was the summer -our growed-up lives- and autumn when we got older and had that peculiar feeling in our spirits of being back in time. Some folks called it nostalgia and sadness. The winter with everything dead of seeming to be, like our bodies when they die, but born again just like the spring. Granma said the Cherokees knew, and had learned it long ago." (The Education of Little Tree -by Forrest Carter. p.65)