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Boring Pelican

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…with my camera of course…

These are my poor Cabo San Lucas pelicans – magnificent, I thought. I entered another shot of them into a photo competition which I posted nearly a year ago (click here to see embellished version). The judge harrumphed, pronounced pelicans common – and the photo did not do well. Sigh…

This was taken shortly after dawn, the light was a magical honey colour, warm, rich, enveloping. We took a water taxi out to Land’s End and the Hole in the Rock. The seabirds and seals welcomed us. One of the most memorable experiences of my life…

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04/10/2011 at 10:53 pm

Vallarta Sun Gods

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I was discussing the triptych concept with a friend the other day, saying I’ve been meaning to do another one.  It’s been a while since I did the three Marys of Bari, Italy. Apparently that was all the inspiration I needed…

The triptych is rooted in religious imagery and while that is a fascination of mine, here I am playing with iconography – the live man in the middle no less symbolic than his bronze and plaster compatriots.

What I love about doing a piece like this is discovering where it takes me, finding the thread that ties them together. The sun, the heavens, the glory of the beyond, with magnificent backstories… Triton forever reaching for Nereida, Mayan pole dancers spinning the world into being from the fibres of heaven and the baby Jesus adoring his father on high. Just splendid.

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20/07/2011 at 10:43 pm

Mexican Cemetery III

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16/04/2011 at 10:37 pm

Between two worlds

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02/04/2011 at 10:14 pm

Our Lady of Guadalupe

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This is a photo of a wonderful fresco (actually one of two) painted over the altar in the Santa Cruz church in La Crucecita, Huatulco in southern Mexico – where I was exactly one year ago today.

I was struck then and now by how influenced one of my favourite artists, Frida Kahlo, was by the religious iconography throughout Mexico.  This depiction of the Virgin appearing in Juan Diego’s poncho could very well have been one of her early works, although this artist was not able to convey a tenth of her emotion, despite the miraculous event taking place.

The story: in 1531, a young Virgin Mary, approximately 15-16 years old, appeared to the indigenous fieldworker,  Juan Diego, in a field outside Mexico City. She told him she wanted a church built on the exact spot where she was standing. Juan Diego went to the bishop with this news, but was told to bring proof. The next day he returned to the spot. The Virgin appeared and told him to pick the roses behind him. As the hill was in a desert and it was winter, nothing would have been growing, but when he turned around, the hillside was covered with roses. He gathered them into his poncho and went to see the bishop. When he opened his poncho to empty the roses, an image of the Virgin was imprinted there. The bishop was impressed. The church was built. And to this day, the poncho is on dispay in the basilica outside Mexico City.

I am always appreciative of any artist’s ability to tell a whole story with an image.

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25/03/2011 at 10:37 pm

Occupation: dead person

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We were in Huatulco, a resort on the Mexican Riviera created for tourists and other holiday-makers, a rather dreadful over-priced, over slick main drag with too many restaurants and hawkers and really, despite the perfection of the location, quite awful.

We hired a taxi and told him we weren’t interested in any of his tours and to please take us to the local cemetery. He was perturbed. I was enthralled. The dead were so very very busy.

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05/11/2010 at 11:25 pm

Do the Peli-Cancan!

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30/09/2010 at 11:29 pm

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