Caribbean Artist DiDi Dometilie

The dragonfly pond

2012-01-21T01:35:00.000-04:30

De Opels (of Barbados) - Kay Lay Lay Pom Pom

2011-12-20T22:40:00.000-04:30

Natalio - version original haitiana

2011-12-18T22:36:00.000-04:30

Pintando un Kuadro Atrobe

2011-12-09T10:59:00.000-04:30

Un soño, un anhelo,

Talbes,

Un momentu di lusides...

Un kishikí,

Ku bo mester grawatá.

Un yu ku na su nasementu

Ta grita pa mundu tende:

“Atami aki” !

“Mi tambe tei”!

Un gritu den un ‘nochi ketu.

Un suspiro den bochincha di dia.

Laman gritando ku fúria na Norkan.

Un playa manera spil na parti Zuid.

Un lágrima,

Ku ta haña forma riba tela.

Un lèk di sanger

Ku a bira fèrf

Koló di mi tera

Un alma ku ta rementá

Fo’i dje bachi pèrtá

Ku sosiedat ke fòrsé den dje.

Un brasa inosente i habrí

Di un mucha.

Un mordé yen’i mal’ehèmpel

Di un amante baké.

E momentu di realisashon,

Ku Abo i Ami ta Unu,

Ku Ami i Kreador ta Unu

I ku Ami,

Ken ku “nan dí” mi ta

Kiko ku “nan dí” mi ta,

Ta djis un ekspreshon mas,

Di su grandesa.

Djis un lèk mas,

Den e laman grandi.

Kasi mi por tendebu bisami

Ku un bos

Ku ta na punta

Di grita hari:

“Tene n’e kuashi,”

“Paso’ mi ta bai k’e trapi!”

Serenada- Bo ku ne, nos ku nan

2011-01-13T23:02:00.000-04:30

Willemstad Journal - A Language Thrives in Its Caribbean Home - NYTimes.com

2010-12-06T06:37:00.000-04:30

WILLEMSTAD, Curaçao — Thousands of languages spoken by small numbers of people, including many of the Creole languages born in the last centuries of human history, are facing extinction. But a little-known language spoken on a handful of islands near the coast of Venezuela may be an exception. Read more: Willemstad Journal - A Language Thrives in Its Caribbean Home - NYTimes.com

Crude Awakening, June 2010 - Jane Fulton Alt

2010-11-22T23:22:00.000-04:30

Because I love old Pictures

2010-11-16T18:56:00.000-04:30

Caribbean Meditation

2010-11-10T12:30:00.000-04:30

BATATA Y SU RUMBA PALENQUERA -ATAOLE -LIVE IN PARIS- FEAT RIGO STAR & SI...

2010-10-26T01:27:00.001-04:30

Paulino Salgado Valdez (Batata), singer, composer and drummer: born San Basilio de Palenque, Colombia 1929; (eight children); died Bogotá 24 January 2004. Batata was a singer, songwriter and master drummer - the last of the Salgado Valdez dynasty of drummers.
They traced their ancestry back four centuries to Benkos Bioho, the former African king who escaped from the slave port of Cartagena with 10 others and founded San Basilio de Palenque, the legendary "village of the Cimarróns". In 1713 it became "the first free village in the Americas" when the King of Spain gave up sending his troops on futile missions to attack their fortified mountain hideaway.
Known to his friends as "la guanabana" (after a type of fruit), and as "Batata the third", he became steeped in the lumbalú drumming rituals handed down by his father and grandfather, both also nicknamed Batata. In 1961 Batata left his hometown in search of work, initially finding it in a café in the coastal city of Baranquilla.
By the end of the decade he was working as a builder and playing in local groups when the singer and folklorist Totó La Momposina first heard him perform. She soon invited him to work with her and took him to live with her family in Bogotá. She recalls that his contribution to her music was enormous:
At the time that I met him, I knew the bailes cantaos ["sung dances"] of my region, which are of Indian origin mixed with the African and Spanish. But when I came to know Batata's culture, it was a black tradition, and San Basilio de Palenque was one of the first villages where I worked in my exploration and study of traditional music on the Caribbean coast of Colombia.
From the late 1970s onwards, Batata accompanied Totó and her group on international tours. They began with a long sojourn in the Soviet Union and then France, which they used as a base to tour Europe for several years in the early 1980s. They famously performed in Stockholm in 1982 when the Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez received the Nobel Prize for literature.
Batata's drumming, voice and songs (of which he is said to have composed around 300) have appeared on most of Totó's albums, including La Candela Viva (1993), Carmelina (1996) and Pacantó (1999). However, by 1996 she had reluctantly ceased using him for international tours after drinking binges got the better of him once too often.
But he continued to play with her group whenever they toured Colombia and is fondly remembered as a hardworking, kindly, humorous and loyal man (as well as a notorious womaniser). The manager and producer John Hollis, who has worked with Totó's band for many years, found his absence showed. He said:
He had an incredible touch as a drummer - the sound was profound yet sensitive. He could draw heavy bass tones from deep down in the drum, yet at the same time would coax lighter harmonics from the skin.
Back in Palenque in 1997, Batata met the Colombian film-maker and producer Lucas Silva, who included him in his documentary Sons of Benkos (2000). The two worked for five years on Batata's début solo album Radio Bakongo, which combined Palenque roots music with the influence of the urban Afro- Colombian style champeta criolla and made the link with their African origins by including contributions from various Paris-based Congolese musicians. On its release in 2003, it was immediately listed by Songlines magazine among their "50 world music albums you must own".
Unfortunately, financial problems forced the cancellation of a European tour planned for last summer, and Batata was admitted to hospital in Bogotá in December, later suffering a stroke. As Lucas Silva notes: "The biggest shame is that he died when he was about to make a success. For me Batata was like a Colombian John Lee Hooker or Beny Moré - really a big master

From his facebook page : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Paulino-Salgado-Valdez-Batata/57135874244?v=info

Man Man Moketa Moketa by Suta Kueru

2010-10-19T21:03:00.000-04:30

Oswin Chin Behilia - Zikinza

2010-10-19T18:57:00.000-04:30

One of our greatest troubadours urging the People to wake up and mature.

He sounds like a parent admonishing his child : "Just go on drinking and

wasting your time at parties. Just go on and see where you will end."

Alicia Keys and Angelique Kidjo perform "Afrika" at Mandela Day 2009 fro...

2010-10-19T11:41:00.000-04:30

Emotional independence.

2010-10-18T21:15:00.000-04:30

Out of the margins , into the light...
Free of limiting thoughts and toxic relationships...
This state of independence SHALL BE ♥

(painting: ...y el amor se perdió entre las reglas que nos impone la sociedad..; oils on canvas, 2004)

Porto Mari

2010-10-18T20:54:00.000-04:30

Angelique Kidjo - State Of Independence (live, 2008)

2010-10-18T20:34:00.000-04:30

2010-09-26T07:56:00.001-04:30

This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

- Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi

2010-09-13T06:12:00.000-04:30

Lagami traha un poesia purá. M'a lanta poeta awe (niet met de "oe" van koe).

Chubatu Shimaron!
Mi nò gusta kurá di Shon!
Den kurá nan ta alababu,
Papia dushi, karisiabu,
Pa despé nan kapabu!

Rough translation:

Feral goat,
I despise the yard
where they praise you,
and caress you
while they castrate you.

Mundu Yama Sinta Mira

2010-08-31T16:09:00.000-04:30

You heard what, about who, yesterday?
Are you sure, it really happened that way?

I cannot believe I am hearing this, are you sure it happened to Julie's sis?
Oh, what you mean you never saw for sure?

What, Peggy-Sue came knocking on your door, she got a call from Billy-Joe
My God, does Johnny Quaker know?

I truly cannot believe it is that way

Oh, what, it was written in a toilet wall?

Trust me, of course you know you can, I promise I will not even tell my man

I would never repeat a word you say, you know gossip only starts, that way

by Peta S. Cameron

source: http://www.helium.com/items/984749-poetry-gossip

Short and sweet

2010-08-20T01:08:00.000-04:30

Pick me up
In your arms.
Paradise,
Here I come...

(painting: The Kiss #1, oils on canvas, 60x91cm, 2003)

We've got Visit!

2010-08-17T17:21:00.000-04:30

TROPICAL PARADISE

The warm wind blows once again.
The trees, they sway, I'm home again.
The birds sing their melody.
The wind passes through the reeds.
The sunsets brighter, then I knew.
All my thoughts roll back to you.

Tides of water come up so high.
Stars go on forever in the night.
See them dance along the shore.
But nothing is, as it was before.
There is beauty all abound.
The circle turns and comes around.

Forgotten times do here begin.
I turn the page, to start again.
Another chapter within paradise.
I'm walking open with my eyes.
To all the beauty that senses touch.
Need to live and live as such.

I'd like to show you where I've been.
For it is me inside the wind.
Searching for you, so you may see.
All of these things are inside of me.
The warm wind blows once again.
The trees they sway, I'm home again.

by John Prockner

Source: http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?id=120631

Grupo Serenada

2010-08-13T18:50:00.000-04:30

Foundation
The musical group Serenada was formed in 1975, when a rock band merged with a youth church choir. From the outset the group has enthusiastically explored the boundaries of the local music of Curaçao, experimenting with voice harmonization, rhythms and musical styles, while always aiming to preserve the essence of the local tradition and folklore. The group of ten dedicated amateurs spends a great deal of time to the rescue of forgotten papiamentu songs, striving to safeguard the colorful musical heritage of the island with its typical lively rhythms and cheerful songs.

Line-up
Over time Serenada developed its own unique style. "A cappella" songs form an essential part of the group's repertoire, where the members try to mimic the basic elements of instruments and rhythms with words or vocal sounds. Other songs are accompanied by string instruments, such as guitar, double bass, mandolin and cuatro, percussion and traditional instruments like the benta (African bow), the barí, the tambú grandi, the hoe, the horn and the metal guiro.

Merites
During its 27 years existence, the group has represented the island of Curaçao and the Netherlands Antilles in Aruba, Bonaire, Trinidad and Tobago, Venezuela, the Netherlands and Cuba. At home, in addition to countless performances during festive activities, private celebrations, and festivals, the group has participated in most official cultural acts. To name a few, Serenada performed for the ambassadors of the European Union, for the monarchs of the Dutch kingdom, in the international Jazz festival of Curaçao and the celebration commemorating 350 years of the Jewish community in Curaçao.

Recordings
In all, the group produced nine albums exposing on each one a variety of traditional standards, as well as new compositions in our national language, papiamentu. Discography

Jan Erasmusstraat 9
Curaçao
Netherlands Antilles

Direction
For his dedicated work with Serenada, the current musical director, Henri Moen, received the ‘Colá Debrot’ prize, the most prestigious tribute awarded by the government of Curaçao for outstanding cultural achievement.

Source : http://www.gruposerenada.com/bio/bio.html

Overpowered By Red

2010-08-13T18:02:00.000-04:30

What is Red?

Red is a sunset

Blazing and bright.
Red is feeling brave
With all your might.
Red is a sunburn
A spot on your nose.
Sometimes red, is a red red rose.
Red squiggles out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
And the sounds of a band.
Red is hotness
You get inside
When you’re embarrassed
And want to hide.
Fire-cracker, fire-engine
Fire-flicker red –
And when you’re angry
Red runs through your head.

Red is an Indian
A Valentine heart,
The trimmings on
A circus cart.
Red is a lipstick
Red is a shout
Red is a signal
That says, “Watch out!”
Red is a great big
Rubber ball.
Red is the giant-est
Colour of all.
Red is a show-off,
No doubt about it –
But can you imagine
Living without it?

Author: unknown

2010-08-08T18:54:00.000-04:30

Painters paint. Whether they sell or not ,they paint. They are moved by the song of the birds, the dance of the waves, the caress of the wind. Painters paint. They are in love with the light and the shadow. Intoxicated by color. Painters paint. They make love with passion. Celebrate their heartaches with abandon. Nothing matters as long as the paint flows and the brushes dance. Painters paint. They paint the blues away, they paint a new tomorrow, a possible past, a powerful present, a fantastic future. Painters paint. I'm a painter. I paint.... What's your excuse ?

(Photo: Rodney Victoria )

Ok, who's thirsty?

2010-08-08T06:09:00.000-04:30

In your light...

2010-07-25T09:57:00.000-04:30

‎"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."
— Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

The Salty Kiss

2010-07-24T10:08:00.000-04:30

The Salty Kiss

Detail.

Twin Flames #2

2010-07-20T19:32:00.000-04:30

The moment I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along.

~* Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Tropical Meditations

2010-07-20T19:21:00.000-04:30

Crazy Island , I visited you this year for the first time. I stayed only a week.
Why can't I get you out of my mind?

Djis Mi Mes

2010-06-08T11:13:00.000-04:30

One long weekend two paintings.

2010-05-18T08:53:00.001-04:30

Fascinated With Red; oils on canvas, May 2010.
A small painting (20x25 cm). Painted in
about 4 hours.

Caribbean Prana; oils on canvas, May 2010

Prana (प्राण, prāṇa) is the Sanskrit for "vital life" (from the root prā "to fill", cognate to Latin plenus "full"). It is one of the five organs of vitality or sensation, viz. prana "breath", vac "speech", caksus "sight", shrotra "hearing", and manas "thought" (nose, mouth, eyes, ears and mind; ChUp. 2.7.1).
In Vedantic philosophy, prana is the notion of a vital, life-sustaining force of living beings and vital energy, comparable to the Chinese notion of Qi (Ch'i) . Prana is a central concept in Ayurveda and Yoga where it is believed to flow through a network of fine subtle channels called nadis. Its most subtle material form is the breath, but is also to be found in blood, and its most concentrated form is semen in men and vaginal fluid in women. (From Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prana)

Keep your damned oily hands off my sea...

Beyond the gate, oils on canvas

2010-05-07T10:46:00.000-04:30

Miracles

2010-02-16T00:20:00.001-04:30

Port Au Prince, January 2010.

2010-01-21T12:27:00.001-04:30

Follow the yellow brick road .

2009-09-06T09:57:00.000-04:30

2009-09-06T00:02:00.004-04:30

Last post was a year ago. I'm not much of a writer. More of the cut and paste type. Anyway: Here are some of my latest paintings. Enjoy.

Caribbean Kitchen

2008-08-30T20:59:00.003-04:30

Hmmm

2008-08-30T13:21:00.005-04:30

Latest paintings .

Latest paintings

2007-11-02T14:49:00.000-04:00

2007 has been a slow year productionwise . These are my latest

A new Beginning and The Awakening

2007-06-02T17:58:00.000-04:00

A New Beginning

The Awakening

Live's True Purpose Revealed; oil on canvas 101x91cm

2007-02-02T11:52:00.002-04:00

Caminando, mirando una estrella.
Caminando, oyendo una voz.
Caminando, siguiendo la huella,
Caminando, que otro camino.
Caminando, buscando a la vida.
Caminando, buscando al amor.
Caminando, curando la herida,
Caminando, que deja el dolor!

(Ruben Blades)

The Quest; oil on canvas 61x76cm

2007-01-31T11:24:00.001-04:00

"The Voice"

Won't you take me back to school
I need to learn the golden rule
Won't you lay it on the line
I need to hear it just one more time

(The Moody Blues)

opening Caribbean Gifts and Crafts Show

2007-01-21T10:27:00.000-04:00

Photos courtesy of mr.Rodney Victoria crocedel@yahoo.com

More info @ http://www.curacao.com/ActivitiesEvents/FestivalEvents/GiftsandCrafts.aspx

Jazz Creatures 2005

2007-01-12T19:54:00.000-04:00

Infrou;oil on canvas 91x102cm

2007-01-12T17:42:00.000-04:00

Overjoyed (Stevie Wonder)

2007-01-12T03:15:00.000-04:00

Over time, I have building my castle of love

Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason

Ive gone much too far for you now to say

That I've got to throw my castle away

Over dreams, I have picked out a perfect come true

Though you never knew it was of you I've been dreaming

The sandman has come from too far away

For you to say come back some other day

And though you don't believe that they do

They do come true

For did my dreams

Come true when I looked at you

And maybe too, if you would believe

You too might be

Overjoyed, over loved, over me

Over hearts, I have painfully turned every stone

Just to find, I had found what Ive searched to discover

Ive come much too far for me now to find

The love that Ive sought can never be mine

And though you don't believe that they do

They do come true

For did my dreams

Come true when I looked at you

And maybe too, if you would believe

You too might be

Overjoyed, over loved, over me

And though the odds say improbable

What do they know

For in romance

All true love needs is a chance

And maybe with a chance you will find

You too like I

Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you.....

Just an illusion (from Imagintions 1982 album: "In the Heat of the Night")

2007-01-12T01:35:00.000-04:00

Searching for a destiny that's mine There's another place another time. Touching many hearts along the way yeah Hoping that I'll never have to say It's just an illusion - illusion - illusion. Follow your emotions anywhere Is it really magic in the air? Never let your feelings get you down. Open up your eyes and look around It's just an illusion.

Could it be that it's just an illusion Putting me back in all this confusion? Could it be that it's just an illusion now?Could it be that it's just an illusion Putting me back in all this confusion? Could it be that it's just an illusion now?

Could it be a picture in my mind? Never sure exactly what I'll find. Only in my dreams I turn you on. Here for just a moment then you're gone. It's just an illusion .

E lucha di tambu

2007-01-12T01:02:00.000-04:00

A painting inspired by a book with the same title, written by dr. Rene Rosalia.
It depicts the spirits of Tambu singers,musicians and dancers ( which were usually excommunicated by the Roman Catholic church and buried on unhallowed grounds outside of the cemeteries ) coming out at night and “having a ball” right in front of the church.

With dr..Rene Rosalia at expo The Brush’s Dream 2006
(photo courtesy of mr.Nelson Scoop)

A media luz

2007-01-12T00:20:00.000-04:00

Letra de Carlos César Lenzi

Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,

segundo piso, ascensor;

no hay porteros ni vecinos

adentro, cóctel y amor.

Pisito que puso Maple,

piano, estera y velador...

un telefón que contesta,

una fonola que llora

viejos tangos de mi flor,

y un gato de porcelana

pa que no maúlle al amor.

Y todo a media luz,

que es un brujo el amor,

a media luz los besos,

a media luz los dos...

Y todo a media luz,

crepúsculo interior,

que suave terciopelo

la media luz de amor.

Juncal doce veinticuatro,

telefonea sin temor;

de tarde, te con masitas,

de noche, tango y amor;

los domingos, te danzante,

los lunes, desolación.

Hay de todo en la casita:

almohadones y divanes

como en botica...

cocó, alfombras que no hacen ruido

y mesa puesta al amor...

Hijo de la Luna

2007-01-11T23:25:00.000-04:00

Tonto el que no entienda

cuenta una leyenda

que una hembra gitana

conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer

llorando pedíaal llegar el díadesposar un calé

tendrás a tu hombre piel morena

desde el cielo habló la luna llena

pero a cambio quieroel hijo primero

que le engendres a él

que quien su hijo inmola

para no estar sola

poco le iba a querer

Luna quieres ser madre

y no encuentras querer

que te haga mujer

dime luna de plata

qué pretendes hacer

con un niño de piel

Hijo de la Luna

De padre canela nació un niño

blanco como el lomo de un armiño

con los ojos grises

en vez de aceituna

niño albino de luna

maldita su estampa

este hijo es de un payo

y yo no me lo cayo

Gitano al creerse deshonrado

se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano

¿de quién es el hijo?

me has engañado

y de muerte la hirió

luego se hizo al monte

con el niño en brazosy allí le abandonó

Y en las noches que haya luna llena

será porque el niño esté de buenas

y si el niño lloramenguará la luna

para hacerle una cuna

y si el niño lloramenguará la luna

para hacerle una cuna

English Translation

A fool is he who doesn't understand

a legend tells

that a gypsy woman

implored the moon

weeping, she begged till dawn

to marry a gypsy man

"you'll have your brown-skin man"

spoke the full moon from the sky"

but in retun I want

the first child

that you have with him,"

one who sacrifices her child

in order not to be alone

is not going

to love it very much

Moon you want to be mother

and you can't find a love

who makes you a woman.

Tell me, moon of silver

what you intend to do with a child of flesh

ahhh, ahhhSon of the Moon

From a cinnamon-skinned father

a son was born

white like an ermine's belly

with gray eyes

instead of olive,

moon's albino son

"Damn his appearence!

This is not a gypsy man's son

and you won't get away with this

the gypsy believing himself dishonored

went to his wife, knife in hand

"Whose son in this?

I am sure you have decieved me!"

and he stabbed her to death

then he went to the mountain

with the child in his arms

and abandoned it there

And on nights when the moon is full

it's because the child is happy

and if the child cries

the moon will wane

to make him a cradle

The first steps

2007-01-11T23:09:00.000-04:00

In july of 2002 I showed the painter Jean Girigorie some paintings I had made with gouache on paper. She gave me some tubes of oil paint and a huge unprepared canvas on crudely made stretchers. She told me it would take me at least three months to make a painting on a canvas of that size.
It took me three weeks of hard work. I’ve haven’t looked back ever since.

Pintando Un Kuadro Mas

2007-01-11T22:53:00.000-04:00

Un soño, un anhelo,
Talbes un rekuerdo.
Un kishikí,
Ku bo mester grawata.
Un yu ku na su nasementu
Ta grita pa mundu tende:
“Atami aki” !
“Mi tambe tei”!

Un gritu den un ‘nochi ketu.
Un suspiro den bochincha di dia.
Laman gritando ku fúria na Norkan.
Un playa manera spil na parti Zuid.

Un lágrima,
Ku ta haña forma riba tela.
Un lèk di sanger
Ku a bira fèrf
Koló di mi tera
Un alma ku ta rementá
Fo’i dje bachi pèrtá
Ku sosiedat ke fòrsé den dje.

Un brasa inosente i habrí
Di un mucha.
Un mordé yen’i mal’ehèmpel
Di un amante baké.

E momentu di realisashon,
Ku Abo i Ami ta Unu,
Ku Ami i Kreador ta Unu
I ku Ami,
Ken ku “nan dí” mi ta
Kiko ku “nan dí” mi ta,
Ta djis un ekspreshon mas,
Di su grandesa.

Djis un lèk mas,
Den e laman grandi.

Kasi mi por tendebu bisami
Ku un bos
Ku ta na punta
Di grita hari:
“Tene n’e kuashi,”
“Paso’ mi ta bai k’e trapi!”

(ta DiDi di ku ta di DiDi!)

Caribbean Artist DiDi Dometilie

The dragonfly pond

De Opels (of Barbados) - Kay Lay Lay Pom Pom

Natalio - version original haitiana

Pintando un Kuadro Atrobe

Serenada- Bo ku ne, nos ku nan

Willemstad Journal - A Language Thrives in Its Caribbean Home - NYTimes.com

Crude Awakening, June 2010 - Jane Fulton Alt

Because I love old Pictures

Caribbean Meditation

BATATA Y SU RUMBA PALENQUERA -ATAOLE -LIVE IN PARIS- FEAT RIGO STAR & SI...

Man Man Moketa Moketa by Suta Kueru

Oswin Chin Behilia - Zikinza

Alicia Keys and Angelique Kidjo perform "Afrika" at Mandela Day 2009 fro...

Emotional independence.

Porto Mari

Angelique Kidjo - State Of Independence (live, 2008)

Mundu Yama Sinta Mira

Short and sweet

Pick me upIn your arms.Paradise,Here I come...

We've got Visit!

Grupo Serenada

Overpowered By Red

Ok, who's thirsty?

In your light...

The Salty Kiss

Twin Flames #2

Tropical Meditations

Djis Mi Mes

One long weekend two paintings.

Beyond the gate, oils on canvas

Miracles

Follow the yellow brick road .

Caribbean Kitchen

Hmmm

Latest paintings

A new Beginning and The Awakening

Live's True Purpose Revealed; oil on canvas 101x91cm

The Quest; oil on canvas 61x76cm

opening Caribbean Gifts and Crafts Show

Jazz Creatures 2005

Infrou;oil on canvas 91x102cm

Overjoyed (Stevie Wonder)

Just an illusion (from Imagintions 1982 album: "In the Heat of the Night")

E lucha di tambu

A media luz

Hijo de la Luna

The first steps

Pintando Un Kuadro Mas

Pick me up
In your arms.
Paradise,
Here I come...