EL MUNDO A TUS PIES
Por algún motivo extraño tendemos a ver las cosas desde el mismo punto de vista: “el nuestro”. Parece ser que solo cuando las cosas apoyan sobre la tierra y se alzan hacia el cielo adquieran pleno sentido.
Pero no. No es así.
Que ocurriría entonces si en lugar de escribir al derecho nos hubieran enseñado también a escribir al revés?. Sabríamos leer entonces en 360 grados esféricos...
Mira si alcanza ceguera el asunto de la miopía yoyoista que a veces incluso nos resulta complicado tropezarnos con nosotros mismos y salirnos de la figura para poder ser botijo.
O esas otras en las que sientes el impulso tirarte por la tangecial y te percatas que no hay mano con la que lanzarte.
Simplemente “No te encuentras”. Y es entonces cuando una soledad inhumana te sorprende desconcertante y ensordecedora.
Y justo es en ese preciso momento de egopánico en el que se podría dar la vuelta al mundo en una milésima de segundo y ponerlo a tus pies, justo entonces ...uno suele poner el freno de mano no sea que le salga un triple salto mortal, no sea se caiga lo que llevas en el bolsillo... Y así permanecemos con los pies atados, perdiendo oportunidades, excusándonos ante el ventilador, y rogando que no llegue el viento. Creyendo que a la espera estamos más seguros pues conocemos el camino, controlamos el paisaje.
Pero igual va, y no es así. #authorphotography#arte#art#wonderfulart#photography#patbonet#narrativa#photogallery#artgallery#artcollectors#obrasoriginales#derechosdeautor#copyright#womanart#womanartist
Thoroughly enjoyed my trip to Mashiko, a true Mecca for ceramics here in Japan. See today’s story for my final installment of highlights.
My heart clearly flutters toward a more minimal aesthetic when it comes to ceramics, but Mashiko is well known for its earthy glazes and wabi sabi style. I even managed to bump into a little guy whose glaze work looks remarkably similar to my little guys.
Mixed media with shattered glass on pieced and carved wood.
Every now and then, a painting finds its home before I even finish it. This one was barely dry when a lovely woman with a French accent had to have it for her very own.
COMMISSION This ’work in progress’ acrylic on canvas (122 x 91 cms) will be bound to a client in New Zealand on completion. The magnolia flowers are still in the early stages with the colours still to be resolved and no purple/grey shadows in yet. It is sometimes difficult to be patient with my slow process, yet it is simultaneously so fulfilling.
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Messing about with my new 2D sculptures. They're everything sculpture shouldn't be - flat, wobbly, pretty, small
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On the go.
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Flared trousers and Chelsea.
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Good friends dress stylish together, stays together⚡️
This is one of my favorite locations to paint, #ChinaCamp , just north of San Francisco on the Bay. After the gold rush and the completion of the transcontinental railroad, demand for Chinese Laborers abated. The McNears leased some land to a man who sublet it to Chinese shrimp fishermen. Most of these fishermen had come from Canton in the maritime province of Keantung, China. By the 1880’s, China Camp was one of many coastal fishing villages in the bay area with nearly 500 residents. San Pablo bay’s mud flats provided an ideal grass-shrimping location.
China Camp’s population began to decline after the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882, which forbade new Chinese laborers to come to the U.S. In 1924 Quan Hock came from San Francisco to run a seaside general store. His grandson, Frank Quan, still lives at China Camp.
In July of 2012, the state of California will close this park and 70 others to shave $22 million off the budget. That will be a sad day if it happens. And 85 year-old Frank Quan, who has lived there for years in a ramshackled fishing cabin will also have to leave. In this painting you can see the restaurant (white building) which will close also. I hope our state can find other ways to spend less, rather than closing this historical location. I have been painting here since 1994 and hope to make many more paintings at this peaceful bay.
UPDATE: Frank died 2016 age 90. Park is open as of 2017.
Frank Quan, the last of the China Camp shrimpers and the only remaining resident of a historic fishing community established by Chinese immigrants on the Marin County shore of San Pablo Bay in the mid-1800s, died of natural causes this week in the village where he was born and lived most of his life. He would have been 91 next week