Perpetual Novembers; Spring Eternal in my Mind; Late-Summer Labyrinths: Do you hear those birds...?

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Do you hear those birds...?

Violent intellectuals, nationalist "self-empowerment" movements justifying popping up around the globe... Some in the name of "Trump", some against that tendency... Down with the Yankee pirates, abajo con los "Gringo" sanguijuelos... And I ponder during my walk to the vegetable market, parsley for a Palestinian Babaganouj recipe... Oh yes, it could be Israeli or Lebanese or Egyptian... The religion or nationality doesn't really matter... The flavor, the festivity within the memories, the sharing... that's what connects us... a need for nurturing....

And I wonder if the worry was truly worth living... concerned about what's occurring in Argentina or India... I don't have to talk about the U.S., England, Venezuela, Turkey... Putinlandia...

When I close my eyes... when they're open, I hear the birds in the Avocado trees... regardless of what's occurring around the world... what's about to occur... No matter how it feels; the concern, the worry, the questions of "what if"... I still hear the birds... if only momentarily.

What does this mean?

We can't know the dates, the times... But we can still listen...

To the birds... for the moment.

Now isn't that a strange thought? I never liked birds... years ago... What was it that I had said? Was it because they didn't have arms...? Rats with wings? No... a New Yorker dislike for pigeons... like rats with hoofs the central Jerseyan hater of deer... crossing infront of your headlights, driving at too high a velocity... not paying attention... not paying attention to the destruction of fields and forrests for over-population centers of human living... accusing the animals of over-populating themselves, placing their needy selves infront of our headlights in the moment of collision...

What foolish boys we can be!

Love animals don't eat them... Save the environment; kill a developer... Did that Saab or Audi or Volvo-driving college student kill her father, uncle or grandfather?

"I'm a vegetarian, but I eat fish..." I'm not vegetarian and I know the difference... I'm not a pacificist, nor am violent... If you sit too close to me on a very hot and stuffy day, maybe I'll become difficult, uncomfortable... If you live too close to another person, breathing on them... forcing them to listen to your overly volumed heartbeat... they can't escape from your rhythm, from your smoke... maybe there will be violence...

And what does this have to do with Trump and international nationalism? Multi-national nationalism...

"The Indios Gringos..." as if there is a difference between a "native American on one side of the U.S. Mexican border than on the other side... I guess it could be if they had learned Spanish or English... or how one federal government historically treated the other group...

"Indios from Gringolandia"... As if they had made a choice of which invading army or government they wished for as oppressors, exploiters, rapists, assassins, destroyers of community, family, culture, health, future...

But what does this have to do with birds?

Margarita said, "I don't like Parque Metropolitano because it doesn't have birds..." 5 years ago... a great place for running... for sunning... I wasn't sure I aggreed with her... And then the birds appeared... and we noticed the changes of the seasons... different birds... and what incredible appreciation... their different forms, structures, colors... voices... The park became filled with small wild parrots and the raucous ruckus voices... not exactly attractive... but a continuous novelty... and the bright red cardinals, if that's what they are... and the shy woodpeckers that announce their arrival at another tree... and if you hear them and look in the direction of that trunk, you'll see them... to whom are they announcing? Today, Margarita notices lots of birds... no complaints...

And what does this have to do with violence and nationalism?

If you notice the birds, listen to them, you notice peace and liberty... you notice momentarilly that things aren't as tense as you thought... Momentary hope...

Birds don't have to be only symbolic... I don't have to paint them... They appear against my lack of will... against my will... no power... no will... everything will fly away upon their wings and disappear into the sky...

Don't worry mi amor... we aren't just petals or feathers on the wind... we are spirits... immortal... hand-in-hand, fingers entwined in an eternal dance... and there I will be, sitting upon that bough, observing you through the eyes of a crow... hovering over you as a falcon on updrafts... as a seagull over the waves crashing upon the beach, a sparrow dancing on the air... That's me...

A king dining upon fragments of light passing through the trees, illuminating light pink or bright yellow flower petals, reflecting off pools where doves bathe... swallows gliding over the water scooping up mosquitoes with their beaks... pirouetting, diving, turning corners at 45 degree angles...

But, BANG! the racist nationalist with an idea just pulled the trigger, point blank, a bullet in the head of his neighbor, "the other"

For a moment the trees went silent... the birds concerned about what the sudden explosion of noise meant for them... When the gunpowder smoke has dissipated upon the wind... deathly silence is replaced by the aviary response... communicated by the birds...

Do you hear them?

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Unfinished "Self-Portrait at 33"

Something I've dreamed of painting since just after my ultimate surgery in 2001. I post this now since I don't know if I will have the chance to work on it before going back on the road on Sunday... The problem is I've been sick for the past 5 days, painting this for the past week, a few hours per day. Whatever the sickness is, it isn't anything I've known and seemingly changes every day. In order to guarrantee my being well anough for the intense work for the following month, I may have to leave this hanging until I return at the end of August...

"La Sonrisa de Amarillo" (Amarillo's smile).

"La Sonrisa de Amarillo" (Amarillo's smile). José and Nicolas were commenting that I should sell the shirt I use for painting, since it is covered with paint. And then José said, "better yet, I'll give you one of my shirts to paint..." It was a joke. But I took it seriously. He has shirt he bought 4 years ago in Zacatecas with a copy of a painting of a bull in a bull fight. However, the print was erased from the shirt years ago. So, I decided to use the space that had the bull. "Amarillo" (Yellow) was the dog at my in-laws ranch when Margarita and I met. Due to a bad fight, he was left with one side of his mouth and one of his ears mangled, which gave him a permanent half snarl with one fang sticking out. He died years ago. But we often mention him...

New House/Studio Guadalajara

Over 20 years ago our friend José "Montaña" bought a parcel of land in the center of Guadalajara. His uncle who was a constructor/mason helped José build the brick house that has 6 bedrooms. Not long afterward, José entered into his older brother's Indian crafts importation business and decided to sell the crafts in fairs around Mexico. His brothers were one of the first people in Mexico City to enter into the Krishna movement that gave them certain perks. While José became vegetarian 4 years ago, sells the Indian furniture and crafts etc, has a giant shrine to Ganesh in his house and hosts the Mahareshi at least two times a year, José doesn't consider himself a Krishna. For at least 15 years José experienced extreme success in the fairs and was able to send his children to private English Language schools (his oldest son went to University in Texas and Married there),was able to visit with his children the U.S. and India and even bought the "castillo" (castle---an insider joke) next door. For years he used it as a store house and for a shop where Mary had workers fabricating crafts and Mexican/asian Indian style clothing. Then, about 4 years ago, Mexico entered into the international economic crises and José began losing money in the fairs. (I, on the other hand, have managed the situation and the coffee business well enough to be able to improve our economy over the past 2+ years, although this year we lost half our fairs (my decision not to enter into suddenly horribly violent zones where the people are fleeing and have fair to go out to the streets.) Out of desperation, José put the house he built on the market and moved his family into the "castillo"; his children were not happy. The "castillo" was built in the 19th century and has very high ceilings and wonderful giant windows and a terrace surrounding the second story kitchen. After a year on the market, One of José's Asian Indian suppliers bought the house and decided to put it on the market. A year ago, dreaming of having an artist studio/house in the center of Guadalajara with it's majestic tree-lined streets, I asked José to contact the Indian suppliers to see if they would sell the "guest house". José replied that he couldn't locate the Indians' representative in Guadalajara. And that ended that fantasy. However, a year later, upon returning to Guadalajara, Margarita called Mary who asked Margarita if we were in need of a house. We had just rented a house for 3 months (a house infested with cockaroaches). However, I had to see the house. The moment we set foot in the empty guest house without kitchen, bathroom, closets, I was hit with the return of the dream I left behind when we left Guadalajara last November. This time I could see all the projects we would begin over the next 10 years. So, we decided to rent the house and hoped that the 32 day fair in Guadalajara would be good for us; and it was. So, now we are "building" the kitchen, we bought a new refrigerator, are having a stainless steel restaurant sink fabricated for us, are looking for good furniture, looking into nice tiling and thinking about the future one more time.

"Hummingbird Goddess of the Mountain"/"Diosa Colibrí de la Montaña"

Crucified Pregnant Woman

(Unfinished Painting November/December 2010). This was the last painting I worked on before putting aside the painting and drawing for 6 months. I don't have any artist training. I haven't ever taken a painting or a drawing class. I don't know anything about anatomy and I have NEVER seen naked pregnant woman, let alone a naked pregnant woman on a cross. That created a hell of a headache working on perspective and shadowing... How does a head hang with the arms spread outwards to the side? My dilemma. After the fair of Tepic, I asked my friend José "Montaña" to take it with him to Guadalajara. Truthfully, it created so much stress that I really didn't want to see it. The problem is that we don't have a house of our own. I don't have a studio for storing my work and supplies...

Stream of Consciousness Drawing "Your Turned Back/The Cold Shoulder" July 11, 2011

In La Isla de Mexcaltitan, Nayarit

The story goes that the group of Mexica indians had a dream one night of the great city of Tenochtitlan they would construct 200 years later in the Valley of Mexico, now known as Mexico City that later on became known as the Aztec Empire. The dream was had on the Island of Mexcaltitan, Nayarit. Upon leaving his "home" on the edge of the river Antigua in Veracruz, Cortez journeyed to the center of what is now known as the Republic of Mexico and conquered the Aztecs, with the help of the Totonoco indians of the region known as Veracruz. Cortez destroy the Grand Tenochtitlan, probably the largest pre-hispanic city in the Americas and constructed churches and cathedrals where the ancient temples and pyramids had been...

Pico de Orizaba in the Morning

I took this photo during our Sunday morning walk. We found a wonderful route that circles Margarita's parents' house; great for a jogging route. When I've run in Mexico, Margarita was my running partner. Back in 2005, when we were running in the Lakes, there were many times when Margarita ran faster than I ran. But, I always passed her on the hills... The wonderful thing about this route is that it passes through the woods, coffee plantations and sugar cane fields; a lot of hills as you can see... So, we've decided that, if we have a strong finish of 2011, we'll buy land here and build a house.