... not so very long ago, I had a home in Mexico. The memories are fresh and clear. As I perused the land I had just purchased, my home built itself in my mind. Piece by piece, the entire building came together quickly and perfectly. My architect stood beside me. "I'll have a couple of plans for you in a few days." "No, I retorted. I will have the design to you tomorrow."
And so it began. The excitement, the exhilaration, the sheer pleasure of seeing "Quinta de la Luz" (House of the Light) appear from thoughts and dreams in my mind, to reality in front of my eyes. I was warned the back third of the property, which dropped straight down about three feet could be an issue. I envisioned a curved staircase leading to a lush sunken garden, complete with fountain to sooth my soul, and the beautiful bottle brush tree I had purchased an extra meter of land to acquire. This tree was home to my beloved Mourning Doves for six years. They mate for life. Every year, much to my delight they returned to raise their families. At night the fountain would light up as would the tree. Plants, fruit trees and flowers would adorn and thrive. Mosaic sun, moon and star would be laid in the brick to represent the Universe. I could see it all.
There would be three outdoor terraces. One covered with an overhead fan, for entertaining in the shade away from the heat of the day. The choice to live in Mexico, meant at lot of time outdoors. I wanted lots of outdoor space. I wanted a certain flow ... it was all there in my mind.
A large studio on the second floor, complete with fireplace, kitchenette, ensuite, bedroom and covered terrace appeared in my imagination. I felt if I ever sold the house (which I absolutely knew I would never do) the second floor would make a magnificent master suite.
I fell in love with the home I once had in Mexico -- together we had a love affair full of friends, soirees, lunches, dinners, poetry readings, nicho parties, play days, music and dancing.
I painted my heart out. Couldn't leave my easel. When my Goddess series was completed, I met Toller Cranston which opened up a whole new world of people, many of whom I became close to. Toller invited me to paint with him. We ended up in his studio for two years. He became a collector of my work. Toller became my friend, my mentor, my oak tree. He made the transition to the other side, suddenly and very unexpectedly. I miss him.
The home I had in Mexico, not so long ago, is gone now. She belongs to another happy artist. I sit in Vancouver airport waiting for a flight to 'The Island' - to my new beginnings, where I don't belong.
I belonged to Mexico and Mexico belonged to me. The relationship was a deep one. The friends I made touched my heart. They changed me and I will never be the same.
It was a magical, mystical, horrendous, horrifying time of huge growth. What did I learn? I'm still working it out. I know it is deep and real. I know it changed me in ways I'm not yet certain of. I shall miss you, Mexico. You shall always be held deep in my heart.
Once I had a love affair with a culture I shall never forget. Once, not so very long ago, I had a home in Mexico.
Thanks for stopping by, my Lovelies. Enjoy your day and each moment in it.
“It was strange how you didn’t realize how much you loved a place until you had lost it completely.”
- Kameron Hurley, Rapture
- Kameron Hurley, Rapture