I could title this Fall in Canada where the squirrels are dashing about hanging from branches and scurrying up tree trunks gathering nuts and seeds. A delight to see and paint with their fluffy tails and big black eyes, do they recognize me? I titled this a painting to see it it would show up better on google, it is oil on wood, 8×8″
Plein-air painting the last of the sweet peas. There was construction both in front of me and behind and I thought of Van Gogh alone in open fields as I painted in this city of relentless condo construction. Still, the gardens flourish and these are the last of the sweet peas in August.
at Cuauhtémoc 635, 0uerto Vallarta, colonia centro 4 pm. to 8 p.m.
A view of workplace as I countdownto opening
Angeline Kyba Studio opens November 2 from 12 to 5 at Cuauhtemoc 635 in downtown Puerto Vallarta. Simply follow Guerrero, it changes to Cuauhtemoc at the first curve or come by way of the new steps over the Rio Cuale and turn right. Please ring the bell, the door is locked until I come down. Come see new work and old and enjoy art behind the scenes. By appointment too 322-222-4238 www.angelinekyba.com email@example.com
reversed a painting to paint on the other side today as countdown continues for my show february 13.
El Charro, the cowboy, displays his skills, finesse and pride during the many charreadas or rodeos that take place in Mexico, every weekend, it seems. Climbing dusty trails to reach quiet sunny pueblos along with men, women, children, horses and burros, you arrive at what appears to be an empty village, all quiet on the Mexican front. You go to the corral and see women making tortillas, slapping them in their palms, a chance to eat some hand made from freshly ground corn tortillas and have a cold drink, what could be better, it is heaven although nothing else seems to be happening. Yet soon people begin to drift in, cowboys all dressed neatly and some with a young woman riding with them. Then they really begin to arrive, legions of men on horses swinging ropes and doing their tricks, dancing their horses as they drink beer and meet old compadres arriving from other pueblos. I know a woman who met her husband at a rodeo, they look good enough to marry. So handsome in their tight pants, gold crosses lying on bare chests. It is a time to get together in friendship and put aside old animosities for this magical time of the rodeo, which can go on for days and nights and include live music and dancing and besos, kisses, for every brave charro and the crowning of a queen.
I am going to make this painting the invitation for my annual show February 7 at my studio. I live in the city now and built my studio here yet the people and the pueblos of Cabo Corrientes remain in my life and memory..