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acrylic mosaic, art by Lisa Brunetti, frustrations in Ecuador, jama art, jama ecuador, jama painting, manabi ecuador, mosaic pottery, Semana Santa in Ecuador, the quality of one's day
‘To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.” Thoreau
Although the post-painting competition closed three weeks ago, budding Picassos continue to dot the town with splotches of color! With amazing skill, this young artist focused on painting while listening to neighbors who gathered ’round at the end of their work day. Who would have predicted this painting competition would flush so much amazing talent from the privacy of their homes and into the public spotlight?
A Norman Rockwell moment of sun and shadow pulled me across the street where happy-yet-serious stair-stepped children thumped marbles from one point to the next.
After a frustrating second trip (see Isla Palenque 2012) to town in one day, I had just passed a scrubby tree when a subconscious nudge prompted me to look back. I halted, grinned and stared in wonder! Jose Luis Solorzano, from the post-painting competition, had transformed an entire tree into a magical work of art! Incredible work!
He politely answered a few questions while adding details to a mustard-yellow snake that curled up one of the branches. Spotted throughout the tree were iguanas, iguanas and more iguanas! I projected my voice and stated to the universe, “Now I understand why Life sent me back to town today; so I would pass this tree and discover this treasure!”
We chatted for a few minutes, and I returned home with a light and happy heart. Power was restored that evening, and life rolled forward.
Satan is always lurking in hopes of kicking the smile off my face. He almost succeeded through the excavator driver, who surpassed his first stunt from the day before. First he toppled one of three lone surviving mangroves and almost took the power line with it. I groaned as the badgered tree hit the ground.
Not able to stay focused on fine art, I switched to painting mosaics on pottery. Every few minutes I checked the excavator’s progress as he moved huge boulders and stacked them along the river’s edge.
“Pop!”
Surely not! I stopped painting and looked out the window. This time the power cable had snapped! It snaked into the river and back out again, and the excavator driver continued to work. His coworker waved for his attention, and finally the driver stopped the equipment and assessed the damage. I reached down and found a laugh. “Groundhog Day” was stuck in repeat mode!
At noon I again rode to town in the yellow dump truck, though the odds of getting the line repaired on Holy Thursday/Friday were slim. After reporting the problem, I enjoyed a $1.50 almuerzo lunch before heading home. My zig-zag route detoured for a final inspection of Jose’s tree. Surely afflicted with painting fever, he had added a long angular iguana and a jet-black scorpion to a bright red trunk!
As I walked home, I reflected on the unhurried pace of the area: budding artists were quietly practicing their craft; a cluster of children were playing marbles in harmony in the late-afternoon light; in front of my house, fishermen were casting their nets in unhurried fashion. To affect the quality of the day is a gift we all have; we must remember to slow down and look for those hidden gems that await us. Z
Barb Seibel said:
I love it Lisa!!! What a beautiful story about the young people of Jama too, Sorry for not signing up before….Hugs, BB
zeebradesigns said:
Thanks, Barb! I’m glad that you’ve visited Jama and understand the pace of life here!
And thanks that you are returning to help with the show! (May 18th/opening reception!) Z
Gwen Rhodes said:
When I saw the title highest of arts…and then saw the first picture with the kids and their shadows perfectly present in the picture I thought…….that is the height of art…seeing our shadow in our perfection right along side of us when the warmth of the sun is just right and then miraculously there it is. Ah life.
I am so inspired by the way in which these people are enjoying decorating their lives with color.
zeebradesigns said:
Thanks, Gwen! What a beautiful comment!
Yes, my heart swells every time I see one of the artists in that ‘painting daze’ as he blocks out the outside interference and focuses on his art. I’m also sobered and honored to play a tiny role in mentoring them.
Thanks again! Z
Hope said:
my main most inspiration
zeebradesigns said:
Your paintings affect the quality of the day for anyone, as does your gentle spirit! Z
Andrew Graeme Gould said:
Such an interesting series — and that first image is just so striking!
zeebradesigns said:
Thanks (again!)
I walked down the street to inspect, cheer, critique the new young artist at work, and it was difficult to focus on him when the light and shadows were screaming at me from across the street! I’m glad you enjoyed the images!
z
munchow said:
This is such an inspiring post – except for the part about the excavation. How many ways creativity may be channelled! That tree of Jose Luis Solorzano simply looks fantastic. As do your photos of the day. I particularly like the three with the kids playing or walking along the fence. Thanks for sharing all this wonder!
zeebradesigns said:
It was so great that the children ignored me while I photographed them. The clouds shroud the countryside many days here,but when that equatorian sun comes out, the light and shadows are incredible!
Jose Luis does not know it yet, but there’s a mini scholarship with his name on it. He and 7 others will get a basic drawing session and a basic painting one, just enough to give them a bit more knowledge without altering their styles.
Thanks so much for your feedback!
Z
zeebradesigns said:
Set up on the deck overlooking the river, I painted almost the entire afternoon and through the sunset. Just as I was putting everything inside the house, three fishermen paddled upriver in a canoe. Ah, watching that finale to the day was indeed the highest of arts! z
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