We were situated at the tip of the Baja peninsula, in between San Jose del Cabo and Cabo San Lucas. The Sea of Cortes and the Pacific Ocean meet at this point and cause a multitude of currents, coming in from, sometimes, four directions. You could see them from the shoreline. At times you would get hit from behind standing on the sand. The water felt alive and playing games with you. Needless to say, this made it less than ideal, even treacherous, for swimming. I went in at the few times the sea was calm enough to wade into. Suddenly though a wave would appear out of nowhere and set me scrambling for shore before being pummeled. 

I painted. Landscapes, seascapes. At first I thought: how different will this be from any other beach or ocean I've drawn? Where will I get the inspiration to make it different? And then I just started to paint...the gorgeous turquoise and sapphire blues in the ocean, the pinks in the setting sky, the shadows, the myriad colors of the unusually-shaped rocks, some of which looked as though carved and sculpted, the work of Nature. Other influences, other artists I hadn't tapped or counted on suddenly found their way into my work. I was only painting. Yet it was just this simple act—of looking at the nuances, the subtleties—that made subtle differences in how I saw and put it down.

The Sea of Cortes 

Sailboat on the sea

Las Sierras

Rocas Vivas
The rocks looked as if they had been tied repeatedly
with invisible string, and their coloration varied from black to pink.

Painting in orange and white

Sunset over the mountains

La Sierra (Fierce Mountains)


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