1.
i am saturated in colour, the rosy or yellow or sky blue buildings, the cup I bring back from the market, filled with pineapple and mango, dusted with chile, the houses tumbling down the hills above Oaxaca, red, pink, emerald green.
2.
I swim first thing, accompanied only by my new friend, Carmen, a white-winged dove who perches on the pergola and practises her scales. I swim later, too, with John, and yesterday someone had left all their empty bottles by the pool, drinks brought up by one of the young men who work here: several kinds of cerveza, Pouilly-Fuisse (which retails here for $90 Canadian–I checked), ice buckets still filled with precious ice, glasses on their sides, and a tip of 20 pesos, about $1.30 Canadian…
3.
A new exhibit at the textiles museum (I’ve been 3 times!): Laura Mellado, with 3 installations inspired by her early years near the sea. Knots, jetsam, tangles of rope. I loved pushing aside a dark curtain to stand among these beautiful creations, with their quiet nods to fishing nets, samplers, tablecloths embellished with lace. In her notes on the pieces, Virginie Kastel Ornielli writes, “With Laura, the answers are to be found where memory has placed its affection.”
...Theresa Kishkan 