I miss the ambience of the gallery with its windows to the costera and the random tourists parading by, just around the corner from Starbucks and across the street from unlimited órdenes of tacos al pastor. I always felt like a free-spirited hippy when I passed through the doors and took a seat at one of the many easels scattered about.
Currently, the classes of pintura have been relocated to the former telenovela star who is my maestro's house, which also allows me to paint very a gusto as the packs of mosquitos attack my sandaled feet. It's an open-aired house with an long, palm-lined walkway to the door frequently traversed by Ernest's adopted street dog.
Since the move in January I've had a total of 6 classes and am well on my way to finishing my next painting, which is acrílico this time instead of óleo. Needless to say the process requires a great amount of patience and minute attention to detail. That is to say if you're a perfectionist. You could very well chuck a bucket of paint at the wall and call it art, and a day. I've found persistence and focus is mostly what I need to produce quality paintings. And of course the proper soundtrack:
Jagged Little Pill is indeed the perfect companion to the strokes of a brush but Ernesto also mixes it up with Eros Ramazzotti and friends:
The only thing better than the pairing of Eros Ramazzotti with Andrea Bocelli, is the matching of the former with Tina Turner.