Sunny Relaxation in Spain
One of the highlights this summer was our holiday to Spain. We stayed in a little town called Bubion in the Sierra Nevada nearish to Granada. The scenery was gorgeous.
In each little town we went you could sit on the avenue or in the square and have a beer or coffee or whatever struck your fancy.
One of the things I really liked was with each beer I ordered something yummy came . Tapas. Sometimes it was Jamón Serrano or a plate of olives or potatoes simmered with onions in good olive oil for god knows how long. Big smiles.
The pace of life in the mountains was unique. It was friendly and respectful and slow and business people seemed genuinely happy to see you show up at their shops.
I think that has something to do with the siesta culture. Most things close for several hours during the hottest part of the day.; mostly between 2pm and 5pm. When I was young my mother called it nap-time and I fought against it with all I had in me. Now, I see it as a perfectly civilized way of dealing with my inevitable mid-day food coma.
My Spanish is horrible. I was happy the people there were very patient with me.
In art the product needs to have meaning both to the producer and to the person experiencing it.
Personally, I like it when things take a bit of skill and thought to create. You can see craftsmanship in the work. You can see meaning. It touches you in some way.
This means something to me because I was there.
The welcoming feeling, the relaxed atmosphere and stress melting off you body like butter and jam dripping of toast in the morning is something we can all relate to.
All of that comes back to me when I look at this drawing.
It's like food for the soul.
As my little friend Oliver said, "... Please Sir, I want some more. "
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