A new talisman

A talisman to begin a cycle under the spell of the sea,  of what is hidden and what is revealed.

Power and fluidity. Softness and durability. The breath of a seahorse.

I sigh at the thought of what this talisman will keep and how it will look under the moonlight

Mistery.

Here is the first talisman

Clams and Donkeys

Talking about his way of painting, Hundertwasser explained how sometimes his paintings resembled donkeys: it was impossible to show them the way because they would stubbornly go as they pleased until they reached an unknown destination. The only thing you could do was to watch them flow.

That's what happened with this ring. It obstinately followed a mysterious and unknown path, that I, stubborn as well, tried to redirect according to my drawings and models.

In my initial design the beautiful chalcedony would rest inside a conic structure representing a clam, which in turn would be attached to thin metal layers that symbolize time, tides and how to resist firmly the power of the waves.

But once created in metal, the Clam wanted to attach itself to a different form, it wouldn't let me follow my plans, it forced me to make more models, more drawings, to leave it abandoned on a table, to even think about discarding it.

There's no longer night than that of a designer who's in love with a form but can't quite understand it.

Without much time left, I surrendered to an inexplicable force that whispered: file here, hammer there, the little spheres should be welded over there.

And when I finished, I looked at the Clam on its wavelike pedestal and I was very excited, profoundly surprised.

Clam Ring - Blue Chalcedony and sterling silver

Behind the courtains

Some days ago Jessica, a student of Social Communications at the Universidad Tecnológica de Bolívar, asked me if she could film me for a class project. The task was to make a short video of an artist or artisan doing her job. I made a Leaf Ring for her video and this is the result:

 Video by Jessica Majul

Thanks Jessica, It was a pleasure working with you.

It's this: Metamorphosis

Magnificent. In one of the streams that run through Minca I had the chance to watch the metamorphosis of a frog. Different groups of eggs where at various stages of development in several spots of the stream: from little black dots, to small commas with tiny tails moving inside the eggs, to complete tadpoles swimming free in search of deeper water.

What's this?

What's this?

I'll give you a clue: It's something full of life, about to transform itself.

If you know the answer write it on the comments section. To know what it is come back on Saturday when I'll be uncovering the mystery.

Treasures of the Caribbean Part II

After some days of mountain in Minca it was time to go down the Sierra to visit the beautiful beaches of Palomino.

The vegetation of the lush Sierra extends up to the beaches, the wind is strong and fishermen struggle every day against the wild waves to take their boats out to the sea.

The mist constantly moisturizes this jungle paradise.

From the Sierra numerous rivers flow into the sea and along the Palomino region there are many  river mouths where it is a pleasure to be swayed by the soft and sweet current of the river to jump afterwards into the spirited waves of the sea.

Behind those mountains in the photo are the snow-capped peaks which unfortunately would not be disclosed to our view.

Palomino is a very beautiful place. Still wild despite being increasingly present in the radar of many foreign and national travellers.

In front of the beach was La Sirena, the fabulous hostel where we stayed. We slept in hammocks under a thatched roof of woven palm and every morning a puppy would wake us up to go and play on the beach.

During the day we walked to the mouth of a river and then we took long naps on the beach.

In the evenings a little rum and all the constellations up in the sky.

I loved this vacation because of the company, the new friends we made and their diverse ways of living, the beauty of Nature and above all because from time to time I need to go back to basics: T-shirts and a toothbrush, water, fish, sleeping outdoors, not looking in the mirror, feeling the discomfort and re-adapting to become free again from too much urban comfort.

Photos by Pablo Abitbol.

Click here for Part I of Treasures of the Caribbean: climbing up the mountain.

Treasures of the Caribbean Part I

Once again beaches. It seams as if my life was all about fun and travel during the past months. And, so it is to a certain extent but that did not stop my brain and my heart from processing information, ideas, possibilities; all focused on further steps in the project that is LIRIO.

These days you will find me every morning greatly enjoying my yoga practice before I head to the library to hunt for information and in the afternoon organizing my ideas. Generally though, loosing my mind over the magnitude of the task ahead: to design, alloy and hammer a corporate personalty for myself.

I still need some time to materialize such a plan and be able to jump into the void with homemade wings.

So, while it's time to announce something interesting, let me show you two treasures of the Caribbean I discovered during my vacation.

In Colombia theres a place where the mountains of eternal snow peaks extend and softly fade until they touch the Caribbean Sea. It's the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta.

30 minutes away from the seashore, up the Sierra, is Minca and there, Oscar's Hostel,  hidden in mountains of a thousand shades of green, with Santa Marta and the sea to it's feet.

Through these woods of bamboo and towering trees a group of howling monkeys passed early in the mornings in search of breakfast. Sometimes they came up to the tops of the trees to take the first rays of sun.

Several streams and springs run through this area which a decade ago was devastated by livestock. With his green hands Oscar has patiently brought it back to life. Soon this place will become a natural reserve. Oscar and Sandra, his wife, are wonderful.

And so, hiking wild trails, listening to friends making music and relaxing during warm scented nights I fell in love with Minca and the beautiful lives our dear hosts live.

In part II: descending from the mountain to touch the sea.