May 28, 2014

Oh how I miss the water .....

Spent the most exquisite day aboard the reproduction of ancient Aztec boats on the canal system. The sun was shining, the air was fresh, the people friendly, our guide superb, the scenery and atmosphere wondrous - what more could one ask. It was exactly what I needed! I would do it again and again in a minute. We punted up and down the canal enjoying the other boats we passed, waving madly and calling out Hola, clapping and laughing. Many boats came by selling their wares which was fun. We enjoyed Mexican corn - roasted on an open fire and smothered in butter (no chile for me thank you), all chipped in a few pesos for a boat of Mariachi's to serenade us while we swooned. Enjoyed the happiness of other boats full of people celebrating everything from Birthdays to Baptisms. The canal was full of colour, love, joy and fun. So typically Mexico. Some photos to share with you.

Ros - ready to board.  A little tricky since we had to make our way a few boats back and the decks were wet and slippery.  We made it with out incident.  YEAH!


Safely aboard and ready for take off.  Our traveling companions all from other Latin American Countries, all friendly and bilingual.




Lovely little houses along the way, available only by boat.

Enjoying hot roasted corn.


A woman on shore sweeping her humble home.

The green houses of Mexico city where most of the plants and flowers are grown.
Mariachi alert!  Let's have them serenade us!

Such beautiful music to my ears.


Our 12 year old 'boat driver' - already an expert at punting.

A stop and wander 'round one of the beautiful greenhouses.

Turning the boat around to head back to shore.


Thought they were from the Calgary Stampede.  :o)

Back to shore, passing one more tempting boat full or corn, tortillas etc.

I really didn't want to disembark - however what can one do.  The day was pure magic and I'd do it again and again in a minute.

Thanks so much for dropping by.  Lovely to see your wonderful comments.  Gotta get home and get some Sangria on!  Take care.

Jason Zebehazy
Three things are needed for a good life, good friends, good food, and good song.

 
 

May 25, 2014

Fridas' House ..... (le sigh)

Spent the day at Casa la Luz yesterday. A dream come true for me. There was only two of us on the tour - and if I ignored the other (not so many people) who were already there, I could transport myself back in time and see the family, hear their voices, feel their energy. All the good and the bad that happened in Casa La Luz - it's all still there - living and breathing. Just have to become very quiet inside and 'feel' it. Truly amazing.

I could hear footsteps, voices, laughter and tears. I could feel Frida's pain and the pain of others who loved her dearly.

The clothing exhibition was incredible. That woman had STYLE!  Fridas'cloths were displayed in a dark room - hung in glass cubes which made photographing impossible - however I will never forget the thrill of it all, the thoughts of she with Diego, friends and family; singing, dancing, moving with apparent ease when she was bound and tied and strangled in these terrible, horrid cages, made of every type of material you could imagine, from cloth, to plaster to metal. How she moved at all, is beyond me.

She gave new meaning to the word 'strength' for me. I did pay a small tax so I could take photographs inside the house (such a beautiful home - not a house). I will share some of them with you.





The painting of her beloved father.

Most of her pain in one painting I think.  Certainly the pain of not being able to bear a child.

This has always been my very favorite painting Frida did.  It has presence, it has grace. it has so much soul.  The colours so deep and rich.  The brush strokes so fine. To my surprise it was only 8" X 10"


A painting in which she included Stalin as the main figure.

Painted in 1936 by Roberto Montenegro (1887-1968)  Earrings to adore.

The only piece of her clothing which was not under glass.  Can't you just see her in it.

Many of the kitchen cooking implements, pots, serving bowls, etc.
Fridas' studio took my break away.  She was everywhere. 

I felt tears trickling down my cheeks as I looked at this sacred space, this space where she created, latterly in her wheelchair in front of the easel.  The light in this room is perfect for an artist.  

I digress to the dining room - where I'm sure many an interesting conversation took place, considering who she knew and the fact that Trotsky and his wife were harbored there.  We did, by the way, see where Trotsky was assassinated which was most interesting.  

Two of the bedrooms.  One in which she dies where her ashes are kept in a precolumbian urn on the dressing table.


Back out into the gardens.  A beautiful huge piece of property where the family could not possibly feel confined.

A very small part of her precolumbian sculpture collection.  Incredible.

A collection of oddments and childhood toys

Obviously Diego, however it was placed high on the wall and I could read the description.  I don't know if it is Fridas' work or not.  He looks so very forlorn.  Perhaps it was after her death.


 So that was a 'tiny peek' into out day at The Blue House.  I shall never forget it.  It will be carried in my heart forever.  An experience which shall always be a part of me.

Thanks for dropping in.  Take care and have some fun along the way.  

Signing off from Mexico city, glass of wine in hand, wishing you were here.

“July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.”
- Diego Rivera

 

May 20, 2014

From Storage Space to "The Sanctuary"

A dear friend of mine (45 years!), Ros, from Australia is coming for a visit. Oh, this is nothing new - she's been here and I've been there, however I usually have space for a guest. Here I don't - or didn't. Well, now I do.

I turned a very small storage space into a guest room and called it "The Sanctuary". Had a small twin bed built, nice thick mattress custom made, punched a hole in the wall to make a window, antiqued a small bedside table I already owned, installed a good reading light, and another on the wall you can switch on from the door.  Hung hooks and shelves for hanging and folding a few clothes, made sure a suitcase would slide under the bed with ease. Had double screened glass doors installed at the end of the room for ventilation, curtains were made - bedding bought, a fan installed for extra circulation. The ceiling of this space was all glass - so had the sides painted black and had double curtains installed in a sail pattern on the ceiling to filter the hot Mexican sun.

Chose really creamy colours of paint (a pale turquoise and crisp white linen). Installed Arc Angle Michael (the patron saint of San Miguel on the sliding window - slapped some neat stuff on the wall where the window slides back - like Our Lady of Guadalupe - and called it "The Sanctuary".

Here are a few photos. "The Guardian" (one of my paintings) will hang beside the window. Need help though - the frame is to heavy for me to hang my myself - thusly, it is still sitting on the bed.




 

This is the window closed.  To open you slide St. Michael back and there is a screened window to open or close.


Close up of the work I did to the wall.  You know I am not religious (Very spiritual though).  Just in love with old church relics.


At the top I put "Sanctuary", and above "Our Lady" is an old dictionary page with the word and definition.       

So my dears, that's it for day.  Hope you are all well.  Thanks so much for dropping by.

Sanctuary, on a personal level, is where we perform the job of taking care of our soul.”
 Christopher Forrest McDowell quotes