Tortuga the Turtle was made for the sandy desert winds that sweep across everything herein Mexico.
We are in Agua Prieta waiting for Vincent’s immigration papers. The walls of our concrete two room cell radiate all of summers fury and none of its benefits. Plus we have a manic puppy the size of a small volvo and neighbors who are assassins/smugglers in need of loud mob parties regularly. It’s an experiment in human dignity, to keep your integrity, try not to starve, and keep some semblance of compasion for the society who lives here. Our expiration time stares at us thu the glass- taunting us to abandon all hope of immigration and simply run across that steel border fence to the safety of my country to live a normal life again.
So I make my mosaics to pass the time and still be productive. I found five tall indian statues recently and will begin their renovation as soon as money and materials permit. Perhaps to have an exhibition, enter some great contest, or just see them proudly on my webpage- www.wix.com/turquoisetiger/turquoise-tiger
But I constantly ask myself how much time I am wastiing – being away from my children-not having stable work, a good house, time on the beach, a good coffee, – to sit here and wait for something that could be denied anyway? Oh the things we do for love! Otherwise our dream of land and building a house and workshop is a grand one to say the least.
