Día de los Muertos Forget about Christmas. (Don’t really. I still love Christmas.) Día de los Muertos is the most beautiful and welcoming holiday on the calendar. In Mexico, it’s a national holiday. School is out. You have the day off work. Take that Halloween! Like all great celebrations, there is pageantry, traditions, and a warm …
Corona de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe The Our Lady of Guadalupe Parish is the heart and soul of Puerto Vallarta’s El Centro. It dominates the skyline and is one of the great symbols of our community. Nuestra. Our. The Mexicanos are an inclusive people. This beautiful icon belongs to all of us. Nuestra. It’s like …
Definition: When a whale leaps partly or completely out of the water, head first, and lands on the back or belly with a resounding splash. This is the first piece of art I made when we decided to move to Puerto Vallarta to live, and I would return to visual art. It’s very rough and …
I have a narrative mind. Not surprising since I spent most of my life making theater, telling stories. I struggle to create abstracts now that I make visual art. When I was eleven, I remember my parents leaving me home alone while they went to a holiday party. I always made things. While The Carol …
A lazy sleep filled with dreams. My eyes flickered, opening slowly to the darkness of our cool underground bedroom. My CPAP mask softly on my face regulating the air pressure and keeping my throat open to receive oxygen, allowing me to breathe easily, lowering my blood pressure, keeping me healthy. Under the even sound of …
On Sunday mornings, Randy and I have a ritual. In the morning we go to a favorite Los Muertos beach club for brunch – eggs benedict, chilaquiles, or if we can afford the calories, waffles. A margarita completes the celebration. We call it “church.” This piece is titled “The Captain and his Mates.” It was …
On Sunday mornings, Randy and I have a ritual. In the morning we go to a favorite Los Muertos beach club for brunch – eggs benedict, chilaquiles, or if we can afford the calories, waffles. A margarita completes the celebration. We call it “church.” This piece is titled “The Captain and his Mates.” It was …
An early Sunday morning… My family vacationed in Puerto Vallarta during spring break since our son was in the third grade. We moved here as he entered his Junior Year. He turns 21 in September. We eventually determined we wanted to make our home in Puerto Vallarta. And began to explore the glorious Bay of …
I walked into a Frida Kahlo retrospective at an Amsterdam Museum in 1981. I had never heard of her. The paintings took my breath away – the beauty, pain, rage, mystery, and urgency. She demanded attention. She was not a casual artist. Her art cuts to the bone. Frida is an icon in México, …
Back to the Pacific I grew up near the Pacific. I spent my first 22 years in San Diego. I didn’t live on the water, but I was close enough. My toes knew the sand. My body was at one with the waves. If there was an undertow (“under toad” in John Irving’s The World …