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Running away..
These last few weeks I’ve had a need of running away from everything, yes, everything.. even jewelry, that’s why things have been quiet around the blog,shop,facebook.etc..
I am quite stubborn, and usually when things don’t go as planned, I am embarrassed to admit, I feel annoyed, like crying, like not doing anything, and whine,Oh! yes I whine… but then after I am done letting it all out, I come back to my senses,think of the good things and start planning again, thinking what could I do for my business, for time to go by faster…
Why am I sad? Right now I was meant to be in Spain, H and I have worked so hard,but there is still so much to do, so we can have everything we need over there, going to Guatemala was hard, but moving to another continent, uff is proving to be a whole other deal..we need to wait a little longer.
The future will be wonderful and is almost here, but sometimes there is a bit of desperation when something you want is so close, yet so far.
I have been taking some time for myself..
There was a quick visit to the farm, which was particularly beautiful this time of year..
Let me give you a tour of the garden.
It’s been raining a lot in the city, there was a tropical storm.. over here 6hours away, it was sunny with very little rain, just enough to make everything bloom..
We call these “Mamon chino” in Costa Rica, but found out is called a Wild Rambutan in english, anyways right now they are everyyyywhere and I could eat a thousand of them…
The colors are so beautiful, funny how I can wander in this place for so long, looking at all the flowers,
at all the leafs..
And always find something new..
Don’t these look like the stripes where drawn on them?
Grapefruit!
This tree has dozens of pink bells..
Little corners..
Walking on moist grass, the smell of earth, the hugs of my brothers, smiles,
and my grandma making tortillas of course.
When I feel like running away, I run away to my home, more than enough to give me that much needed boost..
Hopefully tomorrow I will have some jewelry to show, this blog needs it 
Buenas Noches!
Frida
I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.
I don’t know what my mocking dream thinks. The ink, the stain. the shape. the color (sic). I’m a bird. I’m everything. without any more confusion. All the bells. the rules. the lands. the big grove. the greatest tenderness. the immense tide. grabage. water jar, cardboard cards. dice digits duets vain hope of constructing the cloths, the kings. so silly.my nails. the thread and the hair. the bantering nerve I’m going with myself.
My painting carries with it the message of pain.
The quiet life.. / giver of worlds.. / Wounded deer / Tehuanas / Lightning, grief suns / hidden rhythms
Lazy sundays , a pig with a heart in his butt and I love my brother
My mom as many moms do.. get to a point where they say ” Ahh my kids are older.. the youngest soon in high school. NO MORE KIDS”
But then she got pregnant and Luka came into this world…
Few people know I have a 4 1/5 year old brother.. most people think he is my baby. ( Maybe because I call him baby)
I love so much and I was taking care of him this sunday and we decided to paint a piggy bank before his shower.. right after breakfast.. he was soooooo thrilled.. he was splashing paint, saying he was an artist and it was so funny..(not so funny when i had to clean the walls)
We agreed one color at the time.. and he would do whatever he pleased then I would outline it…
The result… my trippy pig.. called “Chancho”..with a heart in his butt.
And when asked whoooo made such masterpiece he responds..
I love sundays…
Made a Vintage Shrine for a good friend..
I made this out of 3 white canvas wrapped with leather painted all over , aged, made a collage and wrote the following quote by Anais Nin..
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. “
Just added .. Time flies.. to be able to use the clock with wings I made..
This was for my friend George.. for his birthday he loved It
Think of it as a Bday card you could use as a shrine/decoration afterwards… the pictures :
For the front:
Open:
Beads,small pieces of wood, leather here it is standing.. :
Details..
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