|Not far from our house, but mostly faded away now.|
Waking up around three in the morning with a bright idea on what to write for our next blog, I scribbled a note to myself, a reminder for when I am fully awake. Later while drinking my first cup of morning coffee I looked at a fellow blogger’s page. Signs, she’d posted numerous photos of local signs. I must have been channelling her thoughts. During the dark hours of the morning I had scribbled: write about the art of hand-painted signs. Weird.
Here on Isla one of my favourite hand-painted creations is the sign for La Esperanza, left over from a little gift store on Juarez that ceased operation long before we arrived on the island.
The whimsical black cat still sits under a large shade tree patiently waiting beside the bright red door, hoping someone will let her inside. Bit by bit the painting is disappearing. Fortunately in 2008 I took a decent photo of the mural for my collection of Isla memorabilia.
|Hotel Las Palmas – cheerful exterior|
More recently I noticed the amazing canvas that decorates the street-side entrance of the Hotel Las Palmas on Guerrero Avenue. It is a happy mix of peacocks, flamingoes, palm trees and tropical flowers.
What a great way to sparkle up the exterior, and to fix the tropical experience in the mind of their guests. How can anyone resist taking a photo or two of that entrance?
Then shortly after the campaign has been won or lost the signs are covered over with a coat of white paint, waiting as a blank canvas for the next election.
|Colegio de Bachilleres painters 2009 – Rob Bietting photo|
For the most part the signs are created by one or perhaps two painters working together, but when the Colegio de Bachilleres (high school) decided to repaint the wall across the street from our house in March of 2009 they organized a work party.
At one point we counted ten guys chatting, painting, clowning around and dancing to their I-Tunes.
My cousin Rob snapped a dozen or so photos keeping a time-line of their progress. Either it was good planning and teamwork, or luck; the sign turned out just fine – straight letters, and nice inside-the-lines painting. Four years later it is still legible.
|Between the centro mercado and a school|
For next week’s blog, I wonder if I can tap into Becky’s thoughts again for more ideas?
Lynda and Lawrie