Fresh Eyes


Sometimes having guests make you see things with new eyes. I’ve lived in Saint Maarten for 2 1/2 months and have become very comfortable with everything here. From the sea creatures above to the barrel cacti, everything is a cause of comment for them, and perhaps that’s as it should be.


A dessicated version of barrel cactus….


The pricky kind of cactus–trust me, I stepped on it.

Snails! Not something you would find in New York, at least not without garlic and butter.

Blogging will be rather spotty for a while. The guests are here and Friday I’m off to New York. Hopefully I’ll have some great exhibitions and artwork to write about soon!

HighTension- Danger

I love having guests,like the three I am expecting this afternoon, and I go about the usual routine of getting things set up for them, fresh towels, tidy surfaces, food in the fridge. But then, of course- this being the Caribbean,the water pump stopped working. So after not being able to reach one plumber, we finally had a second plumber come by yesterday.The problem was simple, and he said he would come back in the morning with the right part. He called right on time this morning, to say he couldn’t come. I can hardly fault the guy: he was driving his pregnant wife to the hospital.

All the same, it’s hard to tell your boyfriend’s parents that the toilet doesn’t flush. Then the power went out, which means the internet went out. No water, power, or internet makes for a primitive welcome, no matter how many candles you have. Now the power is back. Hopefully the original plumber, if he can be found, will come back, while the power is on, to fix it before the visitors arrive! Isn’t there a song called “Trouble in Paradise”? It should be my theme song.

Imitation of Picasso


The end of my neighbor’s wall was puzzling me. The edged bit seemed quasi-human. I couldn’t figure out quite what it reminded me off, then I thought it rather had the same sense as this view from Picasso’s villa in Antibes.


Now I think it was something else I was trying to remember– a white face formed rather like PacMan, facing left?– but I can’t put my finger on the title or artist of this imagined painting. Of course, if you look hard enough, you can see anything in a bit of wall. The island is having its effect on me; perhaps the glaring sun is creating mirages.

Do you know what I’m thinking of, or has this anthropomorphic bit of wall played tricks on my imagination?

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