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election day here on the island of cozumel– i tried to write this blog yesterday, but i bored myself with the prose, so here i go again!! i had wanted to begin this piece with a great shot of the malecon i took yesterday morning, but the file is too big, so i am trying […]

i crawl on my belly like a reptile…. i sometimes wonder what people would think if they could see me at work on my stuff– when i work on my sculpture, of course, i sometimes drool– at least, if my concentration is sharp enough. but this week of painting has been intense, and i have

i’m listening to some live queen this afternoon, and suddenly realised that, after finishing up painting for the day, i still had a little jam left in the old brain cells, meaning i could jot a few lines down here. i still have to walk over to the casa de cambio and exchange a few

been trying to come up with a snappy title for this new blog, but nothing much has really come to mind– “what a long strange trip it’s been” was already taken, and anything else sounded hokey or overly dramatic. SO– instead, you get this little preamble. thing is, i wanted so much to write, and

is what many people were thinking that the mayan calendar running out meant– much like so many proposed that the year 2000 would signify the crashing of most computers. as for me, i subscribed to neither of these views– BUT!!– i felt compelled to try to finish up my sculpture before the end of that

um, yeah– there i was during october, making great progress on my sculpture, sure as the devil i was going to be able to finish the sucker off by the end of november, and in the midst of november there was no longer any doubt about it– i was going to bring this thing, this

and i don’t consider that hyperbole, either– this particular piece of marble has been in this particular state for what i imagine is several million years. i can already hear the protests, and i say that the fact i have made a few “deletions” is somewhat moot, as i am speaking of the stone itself

of cozumel. cozumel smells, in short, but it is not always a bad thing. we’ve just gone through a long bout of flowering plants– bushes, trees, tomato plants, shrubs and everything suddenly brought to life, courtesy of the rains. it hasn’t rained like this at this time of the year in maybe 10 years, and

a few days ago i wrote a friend, telling him that i felt like peter o’toole and omar sharif in “larry of the dunes (my personal title for one of my fave flicks, “lawrence of arabia”)”, trying to cross the endless-seeming nefud desert (the one that “cannot be crossed”)– and, hell– i’m really just beginning

of rogues– this post is for my friend saul, who seems unable to claim access to some of my painted pieces via the internet– hopefully this will remedy your problem, saul!! in all fairness, these first two are not really paintings, but rather some early drawing works in pen and ink, early pointillistic efforts of

but i’m not talking rolling stones here– i am talking about GLUE, my friends!! nope, not the kind you sniff either, but good ol’ sticky stuff for putting things together. sometimes glue can be good, but i have just recently concluded that glue can be a bad thing at times as well. take, f’rinstance, the

a href=”https://caribbeanrance.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/eagle-1b.jpg”>well, our water finally has cooled off somewhat, and depending upon whose computer you trust the temps are somewhere between 81 degrees and 77 degrees. personally i find computers to be either pessimistic or optimistic– mine is the latter and my friend tony’s the former. but no mind– with the lowered temperatures come the

wouldn’t!! welcome, everyone– here it is, the morning after rina danced into our lives. it’s been a somewhat chaotic week, first finding that we were right in the sights of the hurricane, and then everyone in town frantically boarding up their houses and businesseswhen it became clear that really really REALLY it was coming this

in fact, most bodily fluids get massaged into or spewed upon a sculpture as it moves from block form to a finished state– i guess that i haven’t ever peed upon the sucker though, and as for…..– well, i have heard that pre-christ christians used to have orgies and then “baste” their idols with their

THESE ARE NOT ACTORS!! THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE!! well, the long-anticipated and waited-for trip to isla mujeres has come and gone– i’ve been back for over a week now, and am just now finding a little time in which to write about the experience. but perhaps “experience” is not the right word, as i had