First Second Saturday of 2014
I'm a little late on posting this blog. It's been a busy week, getting a new job and all. But what I really want to focus on: I went to the Wynwood Art Walk on Saturday, January 11, 2014 - the first of the year.
The night started off with a great meal at The Butcher Shop to celebrate my friend Madiz's belated birthday. The place is a no-no for vegetarians, as everything pretty much involves meat, including a pig roasting at the entrance. Although I didn't take pictures of the food because we were so hungry we ate as soon as the food came, I was able to take a few shots of the outdoor seating area, which in good weather is a great place to hang. If your wallet is ready, this place is a must-go.
Following are some pictures from that night.
Taking my Aunt to the Museum
This weekend I finally had a chance to visit the Pérez Art Museum Miami (PAMM), which recently opened along Biscayne Bay and was one of the main highlights of Art Basel earlier this month.
I first thought of making this post about my visit to the museum itself, but while culling my images, I noticed that my aunt Editha made a better subject for my next blog post. This is my mother's sister.
My Tia Editha has taken care of me since I was a baby, some of this time while my mom was away at the university in Managua, Nicaragua and we lived in Pueblo Nuevo, a small town in the city of Estelí.
My aunt, a humble woman, came to the U.S. when she was 27 years old just in time for the birth of my little sister in 1998. This trip to the museum was special because my aunt rarely goes out to experience new places, being a woman of the house and working hard in a small cafeteria where she must serve and even cook on occasions. She was able to sleep over my house this weekend since her husband and son are away visiting the husband's relatives.
I think she really enjoyed herself, talking to me about the villages near where we lived and how some of these art works resembled crafts that the local people used to make, and some still make. As well as how my mom used to be a great painter - something I never knew, because my mom never spoke of it. Hopefully she can come back sometime to this museum, or another, with her husband and son.
Here are some images I captured of my Tia Editha exploring the museum...
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