I am here trying to find my flow again, I have enjoyed taking things slowly, so bear with me while I talk non-artsy stuff, because at least I'm starting the dialogue again. I finally downloaded the pictures from our trip back home to Mexico. I love going back although I definitely feel like an ex-pat (meaning, I don't belong there anymore, not really) and seeing everything new again is always interesting.

I am aware of how different everything is over there. The traffic pattern, and the street vendors and the architecture. It is all so pretty, I am also surprised on how many angels there are on buildings. Angels and crosses. They are everywhere and not only in churches. This definitely says a lot of things about our culture. The spiritual side is always present.

Also, I notice that the buildings and houses are made of whatever they look like they're made of. By this I mean, if you see brick, then that's a brick wall,... not sheetrock covered by brick just to make it pretty. Stone is stone, wood is wood. I call it Honest architecture.

And also, a diet coke is not a diet coke, it's called Coca-Cola light, and remember those glass bottles? Guess what... we still have them, there should be no other way to drink your coke, we should have a law passed to bring back glass bottles, more recylcling, less trash. And there is NOTHING like having tacos for breakfast with a cold glass bottle of coca-cola light.  And yes, I just said tacos and breakfast in the same sentence, barbacoa tacos, to be precise. Just heaven.

I am looking for my flow, my place where I feel comfortable drawing and thinking about where I want to go with my art, I am getting there, it's a process, but I feel it coming near, as if I could see it out of the corner of my eye. Angels and crosses, and pictures of a trip, also re-arranging the studio, all this helps. I am feeling a little drizzle, not long now before it comes pouring down.

Where is your flow?