“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way. The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing. Blue…
“My chest is a morning glory, “My song a porous rock, “My soul, a dandelion “The wind tears and blows away.” The Chinelos danced to the Sacred Mountain. The Dragonfly called the Deer She prayed to the Corn God. The Owl opened the door. The Corn was born. The flute player called the budgerigar My…
Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks) All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar. The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018. Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito. Penang by bus. Rastafari!…
Talent. Singapore. 1917 “Restore coral. Save the ocean”. Tulum (the place of the turtles). Mexico. 2019. Florence, where statues come to life. 2014. Pale ale. Sawadee kraap. 🙏🏻 Bangkok. 2018. The adventures of Isabelle (the little girl) and her aunt, Calendula the witch (to the right.) By Will, aka Willy Maltaite (1927-2000). Will was one…
Last week of July, as I mentioned before, we escaped lockdown for a week, renting a house in Malinalco, 2-3 hours away from Mexico city. Though we did stay mostly in the house, garden, pool etc. we did “escape” a few times, duly masked, to the streets of Malinalco. A cute little town. Horses on…
A chance mural, taken from the car in a rapid succession of snaps last Sunday in Tepoztlán. A pretty little town South of Mexico city. Sun and heat. Lots of great art. Need to go back. (With proper masks and distance, naturally). Merry Christmas, Feliz Natal, Joyeux Noël, Frölische Weihnachten, Feliz Navidad, Buon Natale, Hyvää…
Fiat lux. Power plant, Bogotá, Colombia. Simba the lion. Singapore, 2017. Shere Kahn the tiger. San Francisco, 2016. Il a un poil dans la main. In French we say of a lazy person “s/he has a hair in the hand”. Obviously can’t work much with a hair in your hand, can you? Tulum, 2020. (Or…
Gare du Nord, Northern station, Paris. c.2016. Run folks, run! Beep beep! Flea market at Saint-Ouen. Love each other. Butte-aux-cailles, Paris. L. to r. Coluche, a late French humorist (one of the greatest), and Prince with the 3rd eye. Rest in fun, “bothaya”. (Paris, near Porte d’Ivry) Tags or rags? Butte-aux-cailles, Paris. Unfortunately last year,…
“Copy paste”. I’m using the new bl..dy editor for the first time. “If it works don’t fix it”. Don’t you guys ever learn? Of course I can’t align the text as I want… Grrrr. (Just found the way!) Swimming through the waters of the programmer’s mind. Murky. Akumal by bus. Rastafarai! I’m feeling a bit…
When we bought the new house in the South of Mexico city, in the Tlalpan neighbourhood, there was a house nearby, entirely painted with “street art”. Motifs inspired from pre-Colombian lore. Here’s how it looked from left to right. The central figure was a red-hair tree-woman (goddess?) The scroll coming out of her mouth was…
