At the moment I’m living 30 miles away from San Martin de los Andes, a Brunswick sized town. I’m staying on a ranch where there is a saw mill that manufactures components for log cabins. There’s also a tea house run by five Argentines. They feed me and make fun of my spanish. I’m painting inside of a decrepit stable. I only have ‘un ratito’ on the internet so take these pictures, theres at least 30 so I owe you 30,000 words when I get back to the Buenos Aires sauna.
An incomplete water color of the barn I’m painting in. The roof has caved in in the middle and plants are growing through.
The Thames Barrier, watercolor.
Dordrecht, Netherlands boat builders, watercolor.
A 26 hour delay.
The living room inside the tea house.
Acrylic painting, waterfront construction, Venice.
On board, he who does not work, doesn’t eat nor drink.
Retiro terminal, night buses at dusk.
One thought on “San Martin de los Andes”
some of those are really bad. like i could have done them bad.