Today contained a week's worth of inspiration, from pink walls to pink dogs. I began by walking down to the print shop to screenprint red arrows (flechas) on top of nonsense, lunched at La Surtidora (a 100 year old coffee shop) with Becky and Derli, gobbled down little cups of mango nieves, walked across Plaza Grande and printed more flechas, then over to Galleria La Mano Grafica to buy handmade Japanese paper (where I met Silvia Capistran and talked about meeting her and Artemio in Tacambaro next week). Then walked up Calle Lerin in the rain and into Casa Brawner with a newly painted PINK stairwell. Yeah. Helped Becky prepare a dinner of colorful organic Swiss Chard, crazy delicious eggplants, homemade Tuscan-style sausages from Zirahuen, and handmade Ricotta-like cheese. Dang! Followed by a delicious shot of homemade mescal from Tacambaro. A talented man wearing a rather large hat visits the printmakers weekly loaded down with plastic Ciel bottles full of spirits nestled in an old burlap bag. Tastes especially good served chilled.
Came home to emails from the editor of the Flannery O'Connor Review—a literary journal devoted to the Southern writer. Bruce Gentry wanted my opinion about the cover and interior which features my work. Cool. I'm very proud to be included in the journal which contains six of my pics and my commentary about the work. A very good day indeed. And dinner was amazing. It's cool in the mtns; my studio door is open to the night air; my belly is full, and the drive home and upcoming semester inspires me. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit to dreaming of a life south of the border.
