|Photo credit Paula Fava|
After a few days' rest for Katie and me, the second group of creatives arrived in San Miguel.
What follows will be a taste of this and a taste of that.
More triptychs were created. More tours of San Miguel taken.
From recycled wine bottles to catfood cans, this edifice and home is a source of pleasure and wonder.
We marvelled at the colorful chandelier.
The bathtub Virgin of Guadalupe.
The paving stones of mosaic tiles.
The wall studded with used cat food cans. Delightful.
Also delightful was our cooking class with Kirstin West, a knowledgable expert on indigenous foods and Mexican food history. She served us a wonderful meal that was prepared for the most part while we watched and gave us all recipes to bring home.
Of course we had calacas in our midst!
Group explorations of the safe and beautiful streets.
Living art and endless time to create.
Again, plaster, wax, paint, repeat.
All in a tranquil courtyard where meals could be smelled being prepared for us and where we were steps away from our quiet rooms for naps or alone time.
On one of our tours we visited this chapel in the courtyard of the first church in old San Miguel which is out in the country now. I loved the boulders incorporated into the walls and door sills of this church. Surely a difficult job for the artisans who built it.
On the road to Tierra Blanca. Some of the beautiful country that surrounds San Miguel.
These are some of the pouches we fashioned to hold our creations. Each one a reflection of it's maker.
One day Kathy Vezzani (check out her link! Wonderful photos of the trip!) took Katie and I to the home of her friend where I shot these two tin retablos.
The man who we visited is an avid foodie and I thought these retablos were perfect. Some day I want to paint my own.
This was the rooftop seating area of the same house. Exquisite.
And a typical street in the town of Tierra Blanca. I fell in love with this town, smallish and nestled right in the mountains.
More creations by the pilgrims.
Mexico's bounty. Surrounding us everywhere.
And like all moments in time, we at last had to part and return to our separate lives.
It was one week ago today (Thursday the 14th) that I bid Mexico good-bye once again and headed home.
Last night John noticed the fog creeping toward the pasture on its way to engulf us here. It has been mild and foggy; no killing frost so far.
This is our poor persimmon tree, victim of her own success.
Spectacular fall and a rising moon to welcome us home.
Sending good wishes to all. Time to start planning Thanksgiving!