On my last trip I visited Oaxaca, Mexico. I was captivated by the colonial town. The main square and sidewalk cafes around the kiosko reminded me of my old hometown where I walked along the winding streets, my small hand holding mother’s protective hand.
The people of this province community are friendly. Life is calm. The beautiful faces and native garb made my eyes dance. Their image invited me to follow them with pencil and brush.
On one of my many walks I came across a young girl with her woven huipil and flowing skirt. She walked ahead of me with a joyful bounce between sunshine and the shade of the African hibiscus tree.
As the old year ends and the new begins, I recall the visit painting my memory of Pequeña Oaxaqueña, a 16×12, oil painting on canvas board.