Don't mess with the Spurs

Well, I learned how to say "don't mess with the Spurs" in Spanish today, but promptly forgot, and attempts on translation sites haven't produced the on the street, on that T-shirt phrase. Help please if anyone knows it, I'm slow!

The pose and picture was based off the Sports Illustrated cover. I thought it was cool that they broke the "jinx"! My fellow San Antonians are unbridled in Spurs enthusiasm. At several points, I felt a little trampled by picture taking onlookers- there was no place to step aside!  I'm crossing my fingers and saying my prayers for tomorrow night.

St Michael Part 2

Mitch looked like he was having a seizure at 400 AM when the alarm went off. It turns out, he was just guarding the favorite ball from Shadow.
I was late at the market for observing him, and even worse, I decided to paint on the spot without a reference . I didn't like the views at the market- from my perspective, it's all about people's butts.
So I decided to give St Michael a try from memory. I need to work and study more on that.

50 cents an hour

It was - a night. Four hours on a Raphaello chalking, until it got too dark to work. I was near a lovely eatery with gracious staff- and oblivious patrons. It was hard to feel such a heavy wall of indifference, but I kept telling myself, every work I do gains me experience. Every work I do makes me better. And at the end of the day- it is work I can truly offer up to God.

Mother's Day Tribute

Mary Cassatt, Mother and Child.
On a side note- how do I know I'm finished with a work? 1) Tingling extremities. 2) Dizziness or lightheadedness. 3) Shadow paws me. 4)The copy I'm working off of is so smooshed by gravel, and chalked on, that I can't tell it from the street piece. 5) My hair is so "volumized" from chalk debris, it stands up on its own accord.
Love you mom- your painting comes tomorrow!

How did Christ survive the storm?

That downpour at the end of yesterday's Fiesta Flambeau parade was torrential.
The chalking of Christ carrying his cross is now a lovely, faint echo of its' former self.
The purple robe looks like a well designed oil slick. His eyes still gently look up to you. If you visit the Pearl today for a jog, a meal or mojito, could you see it?
I certainly can.
The two week old chalk painting of the Virgin is very much erased, but some blue from her mantle is still there- looking like a silly snake drawn by a toddler.
You won't catch me complaining about the rain though. My experience is that the best response to rain in Texas is, "thank you Lord, bless our farmers."

Jesus Carries the Cross, and El Greco Started as a Chalk Street Artist

Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patroness of the Americas

A Tribute to the Boston Marathon Runners, at Luxury in San Antonio

San Antonio

This was my inspiration for my first sidewalk painting. Saint Anthony. The patron of our city, the finder of lost things, humble, true, great lover of the Word of God and preacher.

The work starts out, blocked out in colors. I first attempted a grid and wasted precious time on little squares. The work was roughly 5ft by 8 ft.

Some of the most fun is had by sharing large pieces of chalk with the children in the farmer's market. One child drew an outline of her father's body, as in a crime scene. Another drew lovely flowers and a "sunscape."

One of the Farmer's Market volunteers gently teased me, saying that Saint Anthony looked just fine, but the Baby Jesus needed work. True that. 

If I had a heart as pure as St. Anthony's, it would be easy to "see" the Baby Jesus, and draw him. Unfortunately, those privileges belong to Saints.

I had to leave earlier than I wished. My faithful service dog Shadow, looked a little worn from the sun by noontime. My whole body hurt once I stopped, my back and knees protested and groaned.  I popped some ibuprofen, and noticed the asphalt had somehow ripped a sturdy pair of twill Lands' End capris. I found out later that the chalk pigment smashed into every layer of my clothing- making my "whitey tighties" a spectacular cloud of rainbows.