In the heart of Punta Carretas, 19th-century colonialism meets 20th-century capitalism in the midst of 21st-century globalism. Our Lady of the Sacred Heart keeps her eye on everything.
The southern most point of Montevideo, Uruguay.
Heading south to Uruguay in less than a month after fifteen years away. Getting so excited, I’m sketching the place in advance. Thanks, Google Maps!
Birds of South America
When summer comes, los uruguayos perch
Themselves on Maldonado’s Punta shore
Like seagulls, each aims a firm, fat belly
Boiled eggs in salted sun.
Across the border
Beyond the Rio de la Plata’s breeze
Argentinos strut through Buenos Aires
Proud as peacocks, their tilted coccyges
Bent back, cocksure, as if supporting plumes
Of opalescent eyes.
Over the Andes
In war-torn Santiago, los chilenos cuddle
Nuzzle—all in cooing, kissing pairs
A flock of plaza pigeons, not people
I mock them all, yes, yes—but I’m regal
Soaring above, a bald-headed eagle
Found an inspiring summer photo on a Uruguayan Tourism website. Started off with a wash of watercolor pencils.
Once that dried, went in and detailed things with more watercolor pencils.
After adding a bit more blue to the water and sky, plus a few more details on shore, smoothed it all out with a water brush.
With it cold and rainy in San Francisco, doing this sketch makes me want to peel off my clothes and dive head first into the warm summer waters of South America. Soon enough!