When in Mexcio

These are scenes of Mexico, moments in time that are fleeting yet make it so special. What that is exactly it is hard to put into a blog. It’s so many things, so many varieties, so many different people, cultures, languages, and vehicles. Unfortunately it does not capture the smells of Mexico, it does offer a glimpse into life there, what I experienced, and how that has made an impression on me. I met so many wonderful people, so many beautiful people, so many beautiful places, the sky, the ocean, the everything. This was no vacation, this was an experience, tasting the culture, putting myself out there and being open to new possibilities. I live a very solitary life as a painter and just in general. Coming here I was catapulted out of my studio, out of my comfort zone, and into a milieu of new people, and places never before seen and yet a strange familiarity once there. I never felt out of place, it welcomed me with open arms and let me into it’s magic. In response to my experience I shared my gift, which is my art, and did a few projects that were life changing and beautiful. Each day I woke up and wondered to myself, ‘what’s going to happen today?’. I was never disappointed.

Whatever you do, don’t take this life for granted. 

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Here are some images with captions, I am grateful for the experience I will share some of my insights in posts to come. For now please enjoy these memories shared. Thank you, Gracias, Merci, Mahalo and Aloha ❤️❤️❤️

collectivo a la Mexico a cost effective way to get around whilst being immersed with the people

place and people in flux

conversation, here people talk to one another on the streets, there is a real sense of community

street life, the man with the balloons, look into his eyes what do you see?

men and the sea (well ocean) people of the ocean, of the water, one cannot be without the other

up in the sky do buzzards glide omnipresent, keen observers of down below

the ocean’s caress

Waves can travel great distance before they reach these shores

the sun is big in this part of the earth

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​The last image here is of the storyteller, friend, coach, waterman, life guard, father, surfer, SUP brah, Shaka brah, and the generous one, to name a few. The man is John Silver who I had the great fortune to meet and who sadly recently passed away. It is to honour him so he is remembered for who he was, and not for his life ending. It is with a heavy heart I post this because I just was beginning to get know him and he had a major impact on me in the short time we spent together. I am sending his family my love and perhaps it can be said that through sorrow we come together as one, rest in peace John, thank you for this blissful moment. 

where you been?

Everywhere. 

On that note it’s been a while since I sat down to write, I really haven’t had much to say, or write. So to break that spell I have decided to share some moments from the last few months, bits and pieces of adventure, art and revelations. It’s been a year of change for me, as life does what life does, serving up surprises and some things not so surprising. The course I have taken is a necessary one, albeit difficult. I did attempt to run away from a few things, including winter, this never really works out, I’ll explain that in a post to come. While I was travelling I came face to face with some demons which I had been wrestling with. I think it’s safe to say that I am not the only one and many of us experience these moments. The general response is to fear them and if caught off guard they can really rattle one’s cage, or meat sack, depending on how you look at it. No one wants to walk into dark forest on their own naked, and for good reason. However in order for me to come to terms with some of these things I had no alternative. My experiences have taught me to have faith that it will work out, and everything does, just not always the way we’d like it to. It takes courage to see these moments through, and that’s where I am at, building the courage to see it through. After a bunch of disappointments I find myself brushing off the dirt, and putting one foot forward at a time. 
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Metaphors and moments in Mexico, where hälts travelled to in late spring and would spend two months on a exploration of self, life and art. 

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detail of the shaman skate by hälts, a great way to travel to the other side, and a metaphor for this story

surfboard packing, however I didn’t need of bringing the fish, fixed fins and a bunch of layovers to Mexico was enough to leave her at home, next time.

flight



transport options are wide in Mexico, the metaphors begin

16, I saw this number numerous times, it is a good number for hälts

There must be a party, I didn’t get the invite but I known where to go.

Worn down rocks and an ocean, there is a metaphor in there somewhere….

a new wall that I would paint, fresh canvas incognito

‘Spirit of Oaxaca’ hälts watercolour WIP