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Grounded in the wind



One goat told another: Meet ME on the cacti
Meet me on the cacti

Smoke dance

Oil on stretched canvas, 18×24” Natural wood frame.


We are one and the same

Oil on cotton canvas 16 x 20” – 40.6 x 50.8 cm Natural wood frame. Autumn has begun and ended. A crisp winter air is palpable to all creatures. The tree has let go of all her leaves and senses a presence as the majestic elk approaches. First, the elk stares at the huge and expansive antlers stemming from a trunk rooted on the ground, and suddenly realizes they are the bare branches of a young sycamore tree. This makes him question his proud antlers and wonder if he is a sycamore too. “Am I still an elk? Am I a tree? Maybe I am a ‘treelk.’ Maybe we are one and the same,” he mumbles to himself in wonder. He had not thought of himself as part of one universe before, and the idea begins to sink in. On the other hand, the sycamore tree, deeply rooted and with all her branches exposed to the elements, senses the elk and marvels at the resemblance. The mycelium in her roots sparks up and expands as she rejoices in this new encounter. “Are we related?,” she asks out loud, assuming the elk understands her. In our universe, the sycamore’s question is enunciated as the elk mumbled that maybe they are one and the same. This synchrony reaches the bare tree’s bark and travels through her seasonal diminishing sap, giving her roots a jolt that will keep her strong and delighted until next spring. The elk experiences this synchrony with a joy that makes him feel grounded and in peace.


Mama bear

Oil on stretched cotton canvas 16 x 20” – 40.6 x 50.8 cm Natural wood frame. When you are playing you lose track of time. It is a fact that when you are deeply enjoying yourself time flies and you flow. These bear cubs are truly enjoying themselves and don’t realize the danger so near them. Mama bear doesn’t yell or scare. She is an experienced bear and acts swiftly and walks towards them. Her plan is to walk downhill past the tree and get the fury cubs to play uphill; only then she will help them notice the abyss and rejoice in the event as she will timely teach them a life lesson. Mama bear has learned to enjoy what happens —whatever it is. She learned from her own mom who was masterful at loving her fate, ‘Amore fati’, she would say when unexpected and unwished events happened.


Trees intertwined in conversation

Oil on canvas board 12 x 16” – 30.4 x 40.6 cm Deeply rooted and intertwined in a joyful conversation, these tree friends not only stand by each other, but delight in their company.


Hot cup of tea

Oil on stretched canvas. 45 x 60 cm 17.7 x 23.6” Natural wood frame. ​This painting was part of an exhibit at the Oolite Art Center in Miami, Florida back in 2011. New England has fabulous little towns where you can stroll picturesque streets, visit local growers and be part of a community by volunteering in a harvest, chopping wood or planting veggies before autumn arrives. This couple has been together most of their lives; they enjoy each other’s company and give each other plenty of time for solitude. Country life keeps them fit while the old fruit orchard fills them with a rich and juicy bounty.


Letting go

Oil on cotton canvas 18 x 24” – 45.7 x 61 cm Purchase code: LG103 I love trees. They stand rooted where a seed once sprung. They deepen their roots and spread their branches in all directions. They flow and dance to the tone of the winds and storms. They clean up the air and drink raindrops they transform into the most magnificent leaves and blooms. If this were not enough, trees let go of all their leaves every autumn and expose their bare bark and trunk to the elements. Their leaves will shelter the soil and provide shelter to miniscule creatures that will in turn allow them to further develop and spread their roots. What an example of gifting generosity they are. What a virtuous cycle they spin. What a lesson they teach: let go, with the seasons or as fast as you can forgive.


By the moon’s gentle beams

Oil on stretched organic cotton 41 x 44.5 cm – 16.14 x 17.52” Purchase code: MB96 Sometimes we feel we are rooted in inhospitable terrains. Our unexplored underland brings uncertainty and makes us worry. We seek nonetheless to nourish ourselves despite life’s unknowns. Sometimes, the moon’s gentle beams shine a light and help us realize that despite our reality and perception, we can root ourselves, grow healthy and strong. Our underland can be rich and expansive. Strong winds may shake us and bend us, but we can withstand it all amongst companion rocks and a solid ground. Let any terrain nourish you. Let any climate keep you ductile. Let the moon’s gentle beams shine above you and open your mind.


Bright as yellow

Oil on stretched cotton canvas, unframed 25 x 25 cm – 10 x 10″ ​Purchase code: BY100 These hares and red foxes have chosen a bright ground to rest and gain strength. The roots of this young tree are so strong and well spread, so inviting and welcoming that these lovely creatures could not wait to make these grounds their home. Even though autumn is well established, trees are still in bloom this year. The season has been so gentle that we get to enjoy the scent of flowers throughout town. And hares and red foxes feel the chill of nights and the warmth of this wonderful host.


The psychedelic donkey

Oil on canvas board, unframed ​35 x 45 cm – 13.8 x 19.7″ ​Purchase code: PD75 She has a hilarious laughter and a cautious smile that makes her left ear bend slightly. She is so friendly and delightful, so deliciously funny and sweet that she is known as the “psychedelic donkey of the valley.” To look at her brings pure joy, and to know her is to love her -despite her awkward looks. You begin to feel so happy in her sight. When she looks at you with those kind eyes you feel your senses altered. Everyone notices their inner transformation. You begin to think that she is the most unique and wonderful donkey. Time begins to fly by in her company, and the present seems so real. You sense your emotions unwind, and a sense of calmness and depth embraces you deeply. You float. You flow. You fall in love. You also have to know that the donkeys in the Shenandoah Valley used to bully her when she was a youngster. Not just because her legs were so long, but also for her furry ears, enormous eyes, and big front teeth -which you cannot see since she is too self conscious to smile openly for this portrait. She has come a long way, and now, as an adult donkey, she is sensitive and protective of those who are just slightly different. She is found walking the Shenandoah mountains and villages, delighting crowds with stories of how we are wonderfully different. What a joy she is! If you happen to see too many lines in this portrait, it is not her psychedelic effect. Those are there.


Strolling the Blue Ridge Mountains

Oil on canvas board, unframed ​35 x 45 cm – 13.8 x 19.7″ ​Purchase code: BR73 ​ The Blue Ridge Mountains are a beautiful range that is part of the Appalachian Trail. They show up in the Virginia countryside throughout the Shenandoah Valley. This sheep has her friends close by, but decided to pose by herself with her favorite mountains in the back. The scent of crisp grass, and the delightfully fresh air encouraged her to venture off her flock and explore on her own. She is having a wonderful time just where she is.


Looking up

Oil on cotton canvas. This painting has an off-white wooden frame. 40 x 30 cm – 15.7 x 11.8” ​Purchase code: LU38 At night, when the moon is up in full shine, they venture outdoors and hike to one of the hills in the Sierras de Carapé in the Uruguayan countryside. Nocturnal life is mysterious and so vast in this low rolling hills area of the country. Burrowing owls send alerts as we hike through the native forests and we encounter and pass mulitas, skunks, capybaras, coypus, coaties and even a margay. We are glad there are no wild boars on our way as we reach the top and get to sit, along with our companion four-legged friends. The air is crisp and fresh and the moon seems to be telling her stories out loud to all those awake to pay attention.



Oil on canvas board 19.5 x 19.5 cm – 7.87 x 7.87” ​It hasn’t rained in two months. The green hills have turned to shades of ochres, yellows and subdued greens. The most distant hills have changed their hues from blue to a hollow grayish that cannot find its footing. These are new colors for this undulating landscape, colors locals have not seen since the summer of 1986. Even the air has changed and scents of su mer blooms don’t travel as fully or linger to be appreciated and cheered. The steps you take give the crispy grass a new sound. Storms seem to pass us by these days and now everyone: hills, rocks, trees, lizards, armadillos, skunks, streams and humans are all impatiently awaiting a good, deep and long outpouring of fresh rain.


The storm passed us by

Oil on canvas board 19.5 x 19.5 cm -7.87 x 7.87” ​The hills that surround Pueblo Eden offer magnificent views of the valley. Low mountain ranges such as Sierra de los Caracoles, Sierra del Sauce, Puntas de Mataojo, and so many unique hills intermingle, and some stand out in the valley. In this painting, Cerro Dos Hermanos lays in the background with the road passing through it heading north. At the center is Cerro Bombero, with its chopped off top. We see storms pass over these southern skies and towards the Atlantic Ocean. Such occasions leave the air fresh and ready to savor the next breath. This couple, wearing traditional gaucho pants, is savoring the moment.



Oil on primed 290g Canson paper 5.5 x 8.5″ – 14 x 21.6 cm The beaches of Solanas, the Inter-balnearea road (IB), Laguna del Sauce, and the winding road that connects the sea and the rolling hills that nestle Pueblo Eden. To the far right Cerro Grande and Cerro Dos Hermanos, easily seen in this precambrian landscape of Sierras de El Eden.