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Drawing, painting, watching impressive mountain clouds above and wild guinea pigs below, fernet branca/cola sipping, and the odd mid life crisis have all been performed over the past summer weeks. There was also a very impressive blood red rising moon and many thoughts on film making on the peripheral.
I am in the studio which is actually an entire room designed to be an indoor BBQ room. The “Asador” has been used as a BBQ place on a few occasions when the weather turned a bit wet or wild outside. It’s a very Argentinean space and operates well as a studio even if it is a little small. I work with the aroma of smoke and cooked meat on a large series of drawings dealing with landscape and Thai spirit houses (San phra phum). These works on paper I hope to exhibit in Bangkok in October. Simultaneously I explore a body of peculiar and gaudy small paintings that may head to Amsterdam at the end of the year. Looks like I need to acquire another plane ticket or two or a ship berth or I may have to begin swimming soon.
A cheers to 2014 !!!
As I wandered about the garden in December I saw on two separate evenings a sprinkle of the Geminid meteor shower. Or did I see two UFO’s rocketing across the night sky in search of a friendly planet? Best if they scanned another solar system I think as we humans are far from house trained yet so not really capable to act as proper hosts to any weary intergalactic travellers.
Over the summer I have also been observing a few families of guinea pigs that run wild around our garden who do a fabulous job of cutting the grass in some areas but they need more guidance and training as their landscaping work certainly wont get our garden into any fancy House and Garden magazine.
Last month some other wild creatures were rioting and looting in some Argentinean cities as the police went on strike for more pay so the obvious thing to do for some folk when that happens is to smash windows, steal beds, sporting clothes, audio visual units and other goods. We wonder if those events are signs of much more social unrest heading this way. I would not be surprised. Anyway back to the festive bits.
Another festive summer season is upon us. Most years we frolic about and revel in the garden over the death of a year and the birth of a new one. We dodge the unpredictable mountain electrical storms and the foolish political system here as much as possible then somehow celebrate survival and time. Our garden parties are constructed with a rustic BBQ, food, wine, music, people and a few pretty lights. That menu seems to usually do the trick.