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Here is my Judith, a stunning model with a stare that would make anyone burn.

Perhaps influenced by the book I am in love with reading, The Lady in Gold: The Extraordinary Tale of Gustav Klimt’s Masterpiece, the Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer.

 

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Another month of quickening days, of white skies, of scorching heat, of California monsoons has gone by.

The weather in San Diego has been positively schizophrenic.  Life has been full (I dislike the word “busy”), heartbreaking and healing at turns, magic, adventurous, challenging and with an overall trend of daily progress towards balance, harmony and mindfullness. Things are good.

I have been blessed to have crossed paths with soulful fellow travelers.

Since the beginning of 2015, the posts here at Sketchbloom have been so sparse…it’s embarassing. I miss my days before my professorship where I had the luxury of being an artist full time. Yet there were, of course, different struggles at the time.  I always heard that with privileges come responsibilities, and I felt those, so much, this past school year. Although the school year ended, culminating with Graduation at the end of June, I feel I am only (sort-of) beginning to breath now.

I completed my six-week five-credit Arabic course yesterday. I signed up for the class on what must have been an adrenaline rush from the tough Spring I had. The course started during Finals week at my University, which meant a seamless, yet intense/insane transition! I have some calligraphy to share from the course, and I am happy to say I can finally read and write in Arabic!

This month also saw me in Ciudad de Mexico DF for few days. I will post soon  some photographs  and recollections from that city of thousand faces. Alas, no drawings. (no time)

How to sum up a whole year? Only through recollection in tranquility. I am finally on break, and I plan to catch up with all the posts from my travels. I have notebooks full of thoughts and words, that might become verses, once distilled. Yet, this is also the time to make. I read that, a year from now, you will wish you had started today. SO I am starting, again, today. Every time I post here it feels like a new beginning. For those of you who have been following this blog (more than a thousand!), thank you for your patience and for the kind forgetfulness, and forgiveness, of promises not (yet) kept. I started running behind in 2013….no comment. My art and this blog can hardly catch up with my life and travels. I guess that is a good problem to have. Maybe you want to wander here, and see why time flies.

Annnyyyyhow…..Here are the rest of this spring’s nudes from Monday nights at the San Diego Arts Institute.

I noticed, going through the various drawings done there, that I tend to experiment with a different medium and paper each time. I guess I really miss my collages. I had the time to scan these drawings (i always feel quick and dirty when I post shots from my phone), and, well, what a difference.

One good piece of news is that I will get back my art studio in the Fall. I was part of the Brokers’ Building Artist Colony from 2003-2008 and I cannot wait to have a special place for my art again.

This summer – this year, really – feels like the long backward run, the gathering momentum

overdue

of the pole jumper.

 

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First experiment in Digital nude painting on my Android HTC ONE phone, using the Paint Commander App and the Sensu brush.

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Two months to the day of my last post, I return.

Like a lover who walks into the door surreptitiously, I offer no explanations.

Just Kidding.

This quarter saw me teaching three courses with a total of 120 students, so, dear Single Reader, the reason for my hiatus is self-evident. It was a ten-week long journey into different periods of History of Architecture and Urban Design, Urban Issues and so. much. more.

Here are snapshots of my bimonthly art dates. I have quite a few drawings, but could not conjure up the time and mental space to scan and post them. Ideally, these will be scanned version soon..but here they are.

I embarked on an Arabic adventure as of Monday, and this will be a spectacular summer, I feel and know.

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.”


Anne Bradstreet

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This year has, so far, been excellent for art and traveling.
I have at this point more drawings than time to scan ( I know, hard to believe, ha!?) and properly compose posts…so photos from my trusty phone will have to suffice for now. I am posting this from Chicago, where I am attending a conference…of course this trip generated drawings and photography as well. So behind…it has become my new normal .

Entonces….have you heard of Urban Sketchers?
It is my current obsession.

At the end of March, during our Spring Break, I went to San Jose’, Costa Rica, to join Profe William Cordero and Urban Sketchers Costa Rica for The Market Adventure Workshop.

I had an amazing time in San Jose’, the chaotic, architecturally schizophrenic capital of Costa Rica.
The experience of Mercado Central cannot be easily described…only Borges could, I think.
A mazelike enclosed space,full of life, sabrosura and a wonderful cacophony of sounds and songs, the Central Market is a bustling node of San Jose’, a city of many faces, a city with no clear identity but moments of alegría total and vibrancy of urban activity ( borrowing the words of Jean Nouvel).

San Jose’ is ‘the city left behind’, as tourists flock to the natural beauty of Costa Rica, the beaches and incredible natural reserves.
More on this in a bit.

This was the first time I was in Central America, making my way down to the southern side of the Continent.

Pura Vida!

These were our exercises.

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The line, the stain and the temperature of a space. Mercado Central, San Jose', Costa Rica, March 30, 2015

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Exploring the entrances to the Mercado Central, posive and negative space, different lineweights and learning techniques from my fellow travelers and sketchers. San José, Costa Rica. March 31, 2015.

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During the break..taking notes.

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The small stories and moments of the Mercado Central. San José, Costa Rica. March 31, 2015. I must admit i fell in love with the place, and it aches to remember it now...the singing of the patrons, the batida de tamarindo, being in a public place doing art and meeting wonderful new people through art.

This was our last exercise, exploring the borders of the Mercado Central, its surrounding streets…its propagating energy.

I miss you, crazy place ❤.

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What a wonderful adventure indeed, a great way to explore the world and meeting kindred spirits, artists and mystics.

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Gracias Profe! Gracias compañeros de viaje!

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Did you know I was a painter?
I know, hard to tell from this blog, where I have focused ,on the art-making side, on drawing and collages ( no art studio, less place for canvases). But I was a painter, an acrylic one, before I learned how to draw, architecture and other things, before sketching, collages, and before trying my hand with watercolor ( I still use watercolor as acrylic).

I was not a rigidly trained painter, as my teachers encouraged expression over technique. Painting is home.

Night Landscapes

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I walk at night.
You can keep mornings, with the aftershave of salesmen, rush hour…with the Starbucks lines and hair perfectly
well done.

(Mafalda says that everything good in life messes up your hair)

You can have the morning with its blinding light, its lack of nuances…leave the night to blur lines, to hide and to reveal.

The morning of road warriors, weekend warriors, commute warriors, checkers of life’s milestones – I lost count, and it is not my race.

Leave me the profound night, let me walk at hours of my choosing, when empty streets whispher poetry lines, if you just listen.

This is my queendom, let me patrol my land of empty office buildings, of Mexican night workers, of quiet and shadows.

The night of orange streetlights, of vacant lots and sleeping churches.

Of red windows, where the artists burn.

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On Saturday, I participated to Dr. Sketchy San Diego, a fun artistic encounter involving life drawing.
This month’s event was centered around ‘Animal Instinct’ :).

We had a very fun model.
I realized I need these ‘art dates’ to keep me engaged with making art as I find my way back… back to my art studio.
Also, I may just, finally, have found my tribe.

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