This week I can’t seem to find the time to write, so I will continue to showcase some of my culture inspired paintings.
This one is entitled “Caribbean Woman”
We are known for our exotic beauty, our full figure, ( don’t know what happened to me on this one) our kinky hair, our firm discipline, and most of all, for our unique style and delicious food!
Those among you who are from the Caribbean have probably heard of the banda dance. You know, it’s when you shake it the four corners of the earth while you bending down till you reach the ground. It was typical for us ladies to compete. Last year I had the audacity to attempt it was during my daughter’s graduation. They had the never to tell me “I could not do it.” So I showed them a thing or two. Well, that was before my knees cracked. But, I didn’t tell them that part when they applaud.
So today, I thought I would share a couple of my paintings with you guys, just so you may have an idea of what you would look like, when you finally learn how to dance the “BANDA!”
And, the answer is yes. “Even if you are Caucasian, you would still look like those ladies.
Sorry guys, didn’t show you dancing, but you can still play the drum! Don’t’ forget the pipe either.
Ok. Sorry folks. I’ve had a writing block this week, so I could not make myself write for a good laugh. So yesterday I asked my humor friend to help me paint something funny. Then I realized I didn’t have to rock my brain to hard when Gando came to mind.
Yes, Gando’s real name was Idovia, and she was my maternal grand-mother. She is the old lady with the large wood spoon, about to slap the crap out of her husband. Well, from what I recalled, she did not beat him, but she sure had not problem slapping others who played with her money. That old lady was a business woman, shipping plaintans and coffee all over Haiti. But, for as long as I can remember, she was always grinding coffee beans, which although she sold, but I think she probably drunk most of it. I’m not talking about the American coffee either. My grandmother coffee was like the Cuban expresso which she drunk probably six LARGE WHITE FULL cup per day. I had no problem helping her out, and I think I was five.
The tall young/old man in the painting is her husband. Yes, my grand-father was like a giant. He always held a machete, and for the life of me, he must have lived inside the banana plantation. I don’t recalled seeing him anywhere else. The first time I saw her, I thought he had just arrived from Africa.
And the river in the back, do I need to say more? It was like a paradise!!!
Yes, the little girl with the light blue dress standing by the river, way in the back of Gando’s house, is ME!
Enjoy – Waiting for your feedback!