The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Be thankful

The days are getting longer and lighter now. The equinox is in sight. My work up here is proceeding, but seems Sysiphusian.... that seems to be a constant in life. One thing leads to another and so on.
That is certainly how it has been with putting in a new kitchen. All that is left is the painting, but of course that means everything off the walls and the kitchen is connected to two other spaces which also need painting... Sysiphusian.

Over the years, the collection of art took over the house, so we are talking a big packing job and seeing as though I packed up all the other rooms before I painted them, I am packing up everything in these last three rooms. At one point, the collection had almost 3000 individual pieces, many of them unique and museum quality. But now's the time to pack them up. Everything is boxed and labeled. The large pieces are in baskets or storage bins.

At times, I thought I would never finish. Plus, it was sad to pack up so many special pieces. Each is linked to a series of memories, experiences, like packing up your past.
At any rate, I am glad I did not need to pack this deer head from Claudio and Teresa Ojeda of Arrazola. Believe me, it was close. I did get the pavo real, the peacock, but it broke down in to small pieces, so it was a snap.

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