Lima is a silver city. The sky is a bright, dark gray. We took a walk to the beach, not knowing how to get there, but assuming we’d find a way. We crossed a freeway, hopping in between cars like video game characters: Americans in Peru, Females on a Freeway, Frogger. Once we made it to the coast, we found large birds and large bird poop, dark rocks, and expensive tourist restaurants. One after another. There was a jail somewhere in the middle. We walked through Baranco, the art’s district and saw lovely paintings on walls. On the cliffs, we found cacti with the names of lovers carved into them. I wonder if the engraved names disappear as the cacti’s wounds heal.
Below, you can get a better idea of the different layers of lines that go into the final image.
Thank you for the”like” and thank you for showing the process that evolved into Carved Cactus, Mirafiories. It’s impressvie!
Nice work! Crossing a freeway …. !!
Love your style. Just like in writing, you have to find your voice, and that is difficult. You found your voice!
Wow! Thank you so much! I have a direction, but I still have a lot to figure out!
Never stop learning! Art is about knowing and accepting who you are. You express that very well!
you have a dual voice going on here – both words and pictures. I love your wit, but worry about you crossing freeways and dodging large bird poop…
The birds were scarier than their poop!
I really enjoy your work!
When the lovers names fade so does their love for each other. Moral of the story: lovers should chisel their names in rocks
Even rocks erode