Paper flags near the zocalo
We returned from Oaxaca Thursday evening, and it is now Sunday afternoon. I am just now beginning to unpack and wash clothes and to write this entry. I've noticed my reluctance to do both these things. The chore of unpacking I can understand, but I have been surprised how I put off this blog report of the trip. I finally realized it is because both activities mean that the trip is really over. I've enjoyed lounging around in our cozy house, watching the snow, while wrapped in a Mexican shawl and a pleasant, jet-lagged, dreamy mist. It feels like I could walk into the next room and be back in the sun filled gardens of the Casa Colonial. It's a treat to have the time to ponder insights I've gained, new friends I've met, and let the experience settle.
Now I am looking forward to sharing some of the trip with you!
As mentioned in my previous post, we endured delays in getting to Oaxaca. Here's a journal entry showing how I felt the night we slept at the Houston Airport.
We returned from Oaxaca Thursday evening, and it is now Sunday afternoon. I am just now beginning to unpack and wash clothes and to write this entry. I've noticed my reluctance to do both these things. The chore of unpacking I can understand, but I have been surprised how I put off this blog report of the trip. I finally realized it is because both activities mean that the trip is really over. I've enjoyed lounging around in our cozy house, watching the snow, while wrapped in a Mexican shawl and a pleasant, jet-lagged, dreamy mist. It feels like I could walk into the next room and be back in the sun filled gardens of the Casa Colonial. It's a treat to have the time to ponder insights I've gained, new friends I've met, and let the experience settle.
Now I am looking forward to sharing some of the trip with you!
As mentioned in my previous post, we endured delays in getting to Oaxaca. Here's a journal entry showing how I felt the night we slept at the Houston Airport.
No stars hotel
Finally, two days late, we arrived. We pulled up to this door, set into an old building on a side street of Oaxaca city. I had a moment of panic, having thought we would be more in the country.
Finally, two days late, we arrived. We pulled up to this door, set into an old building on a side street of Oaxaca city. I had a moment of panic, having thought we would be more in the country.
Entryway and patio
We joined the Casa Colonial owner, Jane, and the rest of the writing group for margaritas and getting acquainted. From then on, the trip was fantastic.
While Dot and the others were in their morning writing class, I got to sleep in or sit in a hammock, journaling or reading, or doing nothing.
I'd never seen grapefruit this size!
Ariel's daughter, Maia, suns herself in the courtyard
Ariel's daughter, Maia, suns herself in the courtyard
In the afternoons we'd walk around the city.
Santo Domingo
Interior of Santo Domingo
This church (above) is an amazing example of Mexican Baroque design. Dot isn't crazy about churches, but Maria and I were determined to see this one, both of us being enamored of Catholic iconography. Several of us managed a quick visit to this compelling site.
Max and the musicians
Lots of excitement went on the whole time we were in Oaxaca. First, there was the celebration for Our Lady of Guadalupe, which was in full swing when we arrived. Later there was the special day for The Virgin of Soledad (loneliness) who is the incarnation of Mary for Oaxaca. We heard fireworks and music late into the night. The zocalo was decorated for Christmas and was full of locals and tourists just enjoying being alive.
The zocalo at night
Part of Monte Alban
Here I am at Monte Alban, holding my journal and wearing the rebozo my grandmother bought in Mexico in 1953.
Closeup of ancient carving
Even though I was the only one of our group not attending the writing workshop, the others were very friendly to me. I got to hang out with such strong, interesting, and lively young women. Shell had her two girls with her, one who is 15 and one who is four. They were delightful also.
One day we took a trip to Monte Alban, outside of Oaxaca city. This is the site of a Zapotec settlement, many thousands of years old. We were lucky that our trip was arranged so that we could be there early when it was not too hot yet, and when hardly anyone was there aside from our group. The view and the ruins are magical.
One day we took a trip to Monte Alban, outside of Oaxaca city. This is the site of a Zapotec settlement, many thousands of years old. We were lucky that our trip was arranged so that we could be there early when it was not too hot yet, and when hardly anyone was there aside from our group. The view and the ruins are magical.
Part of Monte Alban
Here I am at Monte Alban, holding my journal and wearing the rebozo my grandmother bought in Mexico in 1953.
Closeup of ancient carving
The writing group meets at Monte Alban. Dot presents her writing.
Ariel inspires the group with a new assignment
Ariel inspires the group with a new assignment
Another view of Monte Alban
A favorite of all of us was the mercado near the zocalo. It's kind of a one stop shopping center, but far more exciting to us gringas than Freddy's is.
A typical food shop at the Market
Working in my journal was challenging. I had only a cheap kid's paint set and crayons to work on, in addition to any collage materials I could come by. No art supply stores in Oaxaca City! Still, limits can yield inspiration, so I plunged ahead.
Pages done at Monte Alban
Documentation of my new purse, made of leather and handspun, dyed, and woven wool
On the right I copied a small painting that is on a wall at the Casa Colonial, showing Our Lady of Guadalupe, Our Lady of Soledad, and Frida Kaho.
Collage pages in my journal. These are made from newspapers and advertisements I picked up on the trip. In the middle right is a postcard of La Virgen de Soledad.
Ariel's mother, Eve de Bona, lives in Oaxaca. She arranged a trip for us to a village outside the city where the Navarro family live and work. This talented family produces backstrap weavings, and other fine crafts. Painter Gerardo Navarro's work is strong and affecting.
Dona Sirena by Gerardo Navarro
Mi Lupita by Gerardo Navarro
Eve arranged another wonderful outing for us. We went to her house for comida, the main meal of the Mexican day, usually held at 2 PM. Her friend, Sol, prepared the meal which was one of the most delicious I've ever had. I could live forever on the soup that comprised our first course! Eve created an elegant table for this wonderful meal. Eve's home is beautiful and filled with light and art. I felt that I could have stayed there forever!
Eve arranged another wonderful outing for us. We went to her house for comida, the main meal of the Mexican day, usually held at 2 PM. Her friend, Sol, prepared the meal which was one of the most delicious I've ever had. I could live forever on the soup that comprised our first course! Eve created an elegant table for this wonderful meal. Eve's home is beautiful and filled with light and art. I felt that I could have stayed there forever!
Kait, Angela, and Gabby in background, with Maria and Max in forground
Eve is a very talented painter. It was a thrill to see her work and her studio!
Eve, right with Noel, a workshop participant who lives in Oaxaca
One of Eve's sketches
A work in progress, depicting Eve's late husband, John
Eve's rooftop view
One of Eve's sketches
A work in progress, depicting Eve's late husband, John
Eve's rooftop view
Oaxaca is a great place to find visual gems. I took a lot of pictures and could have taken many more. This festive place has done a lot to renew my inspiration.
I took this photo by accident, but I love it!
Some large puppets seen in the street. They were at least eight feet tall.
I went to an antique shop where there were many wonderful things. Most were very expensive but I did score this book for collage. It is an old copy of a diary by writer Amado Nervi. As it is coverless and falling apart, I won't feel bad about using the pages for art work.
My antique store find.
It was very hard to leave Oaxaca, especially as we'd missed a couple of days while stranded in Houston. Still, it was a wonderful vacation for me and filled me with new inspiration and energy. One of the ongoing struggles for artists is to stay inspired and fill ourselves with new experiences. I knew I'd gotten "overdrawn" on my inspiration account and this trip did all that I had hoped to fill up that account and give me time to relax.
Yesterday my friend and former student, Mary Stilwell, came by for a visit. She now lives in Nebraska and is here for vacation and to see family. We agreed to "nag" and support each other in finding and making time for our art and to slow down!
Yesterday my friend and former student, Mary Stilwell, came by for a visit. She now lives in Nebraska and is here for vacation and to see family. We agreed to "nag" and support each other in finding and making time for our art and to slow down!
I've done another thing I said I'd never do. I got a small fake tree. But it's a fiber optic tree and its small blinking lights look great with the tin ornaments I got in Mexico.
Close up of bird on top of tree
Thanks to Dot for taking me with you, to Ariel and Maria for new friendships, to the workshop participants for your sharing the fun with me, to the staff at the Casa Colonial for a perfect stay, and to Eve for your hospitality and inspiration!