Skip to main content

Sunny Shopping

As we begin to wind down our residency in this vibrant Art Center of South Florida I am already beginning to feel the pangs of nostalgia. Maybe I can call it Pre-nostalgia(?).  I have had my studio for just a couple of years here and as much as many locals have a disdain for the over commercialization of this road it does provide a lively atmosphere that serves as a great energizer for me. The studio I had before arriving here is now my sons bedroom. It is quite pleasant outside of there too but it is mostly populated with a quite suburbia that gives me the opposite feeling that I get from my Lincoln Road Studio. This (Pre) nostalgia has me eyeing this bustling walk way as of late. I hope you enjoy it.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My dearest and son

A Memoir of sorts Part 1.

 I come from a background of divorce and grit. My young mother, with dreams bigger than her reality, married a much older man. He was an airline pilot in Cuba, his third marriage, and I’d be the last of his many kids. He was 64 when I was born, my mother in her early thirties. The man was tired, worn out. They divorced when I was three, in New Jersey. Immigrants, scraping by with hard work and blue-collar jobs. My father took whatever work he could find, mostly driving trucks. The communists in Cuba had torpedoed any real chances for future success in the United States. My two brothers and I ended up on public assistance. Then my mother started dating another man, and that’s when the real chaos began. Drugs and alcohol stormed into our lives, ushering in years of domestic violence, drama, and constant moving. New schools, new roach-infested apartments every six months. One day, a neighbor had a garage sale. We couldn’t afford much, but my eyes lit up when I saw a trunk full of draw...