Quality Time: Feeding Time

Price $1,015.  -Quality Time- Feeding Time. 36"x36" mixed media on canvas

Price $1,015. -Quality Time- Feeding Time. 36″x36″ mixed media on canvas

This particular image is of Delgado Community College in New Orleans where my mom took a few courses when we were kids in the 80s. There were plenty of ducks, fishies & turtles around the waterways to keep us busy while my mom was in class. I have several fond memories of taking old bread and crackers to local duck ponds and feeding various critters. It became such a wonderful experience having all these animals come out of the woodwork for feeding time. To this day, I still find myself at the local duck pond reliving and re-enacting this memory. 🙂

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So with Mardi Gras right around the corner and the Saints on the way to the Super Bowl for the first time in their history, memories of my hometown have been looming over my head.

As a child I remember celebrating Mardi Gras: the parades, decorative floats, festive dancers, and soulful marching bands. I remember the anticipation as we stood on the side of the road waiting for a parade to start. I can still hear the sound of the distant bass drum from one of the marching bands, it was one of the first signs that the parade was almost there. I remember the Clydesdales as they marched by looking so majestic & noble, the queens & kings on the floats,  and the crowd yelling “HEY MISTER, THROW ME SOMETHING!!!”

I watched the pretty Dance Connection dancers with their purple & white outfits as they danced by, their white boots with tassels would make a scratching noise on the pavement as they passed. I thought I was going to be one of them when I grew up, but little did I know I couldn’t dance.

I can still smell the exhaust from the tractors that would pull the floats, the sounds of the doubloons as they hit the cement, and the pain of getting my hand stepped on as I fearlessly lunged to get one.

Even outside of Mardi Gras season, the city of New Orleans is a world of rich culture filled with vibrant art, unique music, mouth watering food, and happy people. I was so blessed to of spent the first part of my childhood in such a great city. I still go back often to recapture some of my childhood and to get more imagery and memories for future paintings

Oh, and one more thing: WHO DAT?!?! 😀

I Remember the Bus Stop…

The Bus Stop

I was the first American born in my family, everyone else was from Colombia. My mom was brought to this country with the promise of a better future, but was unfortunately let down. Not knowing any English and alone with 2 young girls, my mom found herself in survival mode. Luckily, she proved to be a strong, independent, creative, hard working woman. My mom figured out ways to make ends meet and she brought my sister and I to a place that many families in our same positions don’t ever see. I owe my life to her and the sacrifices made to give us a better life. This image depicts the time spent waiting for the bus, sometimes it was early in the morning on the way to one of my mom’s various jobs or sometimes it was late at night after a day of running around taking care of errands.

A friend recently brought to my attention how hip my mom is in these modern times of “going green.” Ever since I can remember my mom found ways to live off the land, this stems from her upbringing in a small town in Colombia. Growing up we had chickens that provided eggs and sometimes meat, various fruits or vegetable either home grown or picked from the over grown brush around town, and on various occasions we found ourselves fishing and crabbing along Lake Pontchartrain. My mom continues many of these practices today and it’s beautiful to see and to learn. My mom rocks 🙂