for it has been quite some time since i have blogged. busy i suppose, but also not the right energy that i like to have to compose one of these things. this would tend to suggest that today i DO have that specific energy, but for the life of me, i cannot tell– still and all, here i am, babbling on in my official “preamble”, heavy on the “amble”.
shot the above photo one morning walking along the maleco’n– the avenue running along the waterside– with a good friend of mine. i usually take a walkabout on the mornings when i am not going out to dive, but like all stupid humans i become a victim of habit, but this particular morning we walked at an earlier time than i usually do, and voila’!!– as those of perhaps a french persuasion might say– the good light and a great shot was found.
brujas– “witches” in spanish– is the name of these ubiquitous flowers that bloom in profusion at this time of the year, magically springing out from nowhere, lining walks and streets all over. it is a signal that the rainy season is here, but we have had precious little rain, past a couple of deluge-like days less than a week ago. the island is parched and thirsty, and i have been watering my tomato plants faithfully, hoping for a bounty– so far i have had about a half-dozen cherry-sized samples– good, but i want to have tomatos galore.
the brujas line my sidewalk towards the front yard, where i walk out, passing under the coconut palm tree in the yard, or maybe i should say i pass through the arch of the palm tree and its’ support, which has stood there since the hurricane– i don’t know if i should take it out or not, but it is like entering a different place when i go through it, so i leave it there.
and it IS a bittuva different world that i pass into, walking under that portico– it’s the entrance to my sculpture studio. lest those of you of romantic bent swoon, it is merely a cochera– carport– but it really is a separate reality i find in that space, so feel free to fantasize if you wish. hands– i have about six of them, eight including the ones on the end of my arms– i have been laboring over hands lately, hands in all sorts of forms, in many different poses. the one thing that they all convey is the sense that the substance they are embedded in is in some way being deformed by their influence– squeezed and compressed in some places, in others the “plastic” stone seems to stick to their surface, as if it might have some sort of a miraculous surface tension, the fingers ambling like water walkers on the surface of a pond. but this project i am undertaking, bringing the entire piece up to one consistent finish, is slowly driving me mad. THERE IS SO MUCH FREAKING SURFACE TO DO!! every time i move one line just a little bit, it affects others, like a stone in the abovementioned pond. slowly but slowly i continue to make progress– hey, i have even begun the process of repairing that wild quarry hole in the arm of the upper figure– it is now filled, and awaits a cap, which i am preparing.
i’ve been doing a buttload of diving of late too, with friends and clients and occasionally taking care of some other people’s clients– it went on for several months there, but it would seem i have a sudden “clear spot” here, nothing much happening.
if there is anything i have NOT been doing, it has been photographing my new big seahorse pendant design, to get it onto my website in an official manner. very dumb i know, but it never seems that i have the thought and the energy together at the same time. i shall try to get it together and do the work sometime this week, make some forward progress.
and spain– spain rides the blue horse of my dreams in the night– the mighty lapis skies of spain. trying to scrabble together some sheckels to take another trip come offseason. this year a little closer to the bone, the belt a little tighter, the shoestring a little more frayed. there will be less lucre this year, but it means turning up the “adventure dial” a tetch more. come, let’s toast spain!!happy dreams, y’all!!