Speaking of Art / Hablando de Arte

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WE ARRIVED HOME Friday night to discover a new addition to our collection of stone sculptures created by My Mother the Dowager Duchess. I don’t think it’s another one of hers, although it fits in so well.

I know it’s a sculpture and not really Dudo because he’s not allowed on the coffee table (that The Dowager Duchess called the cocktail table). When we got home Saturday night, someone had moved the new sculpture.

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LLEGAMOS A CASA el viernes por la noche para descubrir una nueva adición a nuestra colección de esculturas de piedra creadas por Mi Madre La Duquesa Viuda. No creo que sea otra de las suyas, aunque encaja tan bien.

Sé que es una escultura y no es realmente Dudo porque no está permitido en la mesa de centro (que La Duquesa Viuda llama la mesa de cócteles). Cuando llegamos a casa el sábado por la noche, alguien había movido la nueva escultura.

Lifelike, isn’t it? / Realista, ¿no es así?

Belly Up to the Bar / Vientre Hasta el Bar

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SAND SCULPTOR PAUL Blane is still on the beach because everyone needed a place to go after the Last Supper was consumed (click here). Sandbar is the hottest spot in Fuengirola, the best beach bar in town. If you don’t mind all the pirates, that is. Paul calls it Taberna de Piratas (Pirates’ Tavern), but I don’t think that’s great for business. I was holding off for the grand opening — the tile floor still hasn’t been laid. But, Paul needed to get out of the sun.

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ESCULTOR DE ARENA Paul Blane todavía está en la playa porque todos necesitaban un lugar para ir después de que se consumiera la Última Cena (haz clic aquí). Sandbar (en inglés, un banco de arena se llama un “sandbar” — un bar de arena) es el lugar más popular en Fuengirola, el mejor bar de playa de la ciudad. Si no te importan todos los piratas, eso es. Paul lo llama Taberna de Piratas, pero no creo que eso sea bueno para los negocios. Me estaba esperando para la gran inauguración, el piso de baldosas aún no se había colocado. Pero, Paul necesitaba salir del sol.

Paul’s the only one without a beer. / Paul es el único sin una cerveza.
Paul told me he knew he was short five black piano keys. (Like “a few sandwiches short of a picnic”?)
Paul me dijo que sabía que tenía cinco teclas negras de piano. (Como ¿Unos bocadillos cortos de un picnic”? … que significa en inglés “de capacida mental cuestionable”.)
You can see the sculpture at center below the wall.
Puedes ver la escultura en el centro abajo del muro.

Pirates Of The Mediterranean

While at Viveros Guzmán Thursday afternoon, we… well, I, had a difficult time making up my mind what to buy to add a special touch to our terrace. We had wanted to buy a fountain but, as our astute and extremely tactful friend Tynan pointed out:

“Right! That’s brilliant! You live ON the sea. You can hear the natural, lovely, and calming sound of the surf all the time. So, why not get a fountain and drown out the sound of the sea with the sound of an electric motor pumping tap water over cement?!?”



I paraphrase since I can’t remember Tynan’s exact words, which were more colorful.

But, since Tynan did have a point, I had to start thinking of other options. Here are a few of the things I considered (no, I didn’t really) as we shopped at Viveros Guzmán.

(Click the images to increase the enchantment.)

I QUICKLY NIXED SPORTY SANTA.
FOR ONE THING, THE CAR WOULDN’T FIT IN THE ELEVATOR.
A FULL-SIZE CHRISTMAS VILLAGE. A BIT OVER THE TOP.
AND TOO SEASONAL.
TOO STAID… AND GRAY. NOW, IF IT WERE A PINTO…
DAVID? OH, PLEASE. HE’S BEEN DONE TO DEATH.
AFTER DAVID, I GOT TO THINKING ABOUT BALLS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.
BUT TYNAN HAD ALREADY NIXED THE FOUNTAIN IDEA. NO BALLS!
THERE WAS ALSO A LIFE-SIZE RHINO. IT WAS ALSO A “NO.”
(NOTE: SAN GERALDO SAYS THIS NEEDS CLARIFICATION. SO, YES, I KNOW
THE ABOVE IS A ZEBRA BUT, IN ADDITION, THERE WAS A RHINO.)
SAN GERALDO THOUGHT I WAS KIDDING.
IMAGINE!
SO ALL WE BOUGHT WERE PLANTS! SIX GAZANIAS (THREE COLORS),
TWO CORDYLINE FRUTICOSA AND TWO CORDYLINE AUSTRALIS.
NO PIRATES. ARRR!!!

Mister Sandman: Paul Blane

The last time I visited sand sculptor Paul Blane, he had just started creating his Christmas scene amid the rubble of The Simpson’s living room.

IN THE BEGINNING…
PAUL CREATED THE SIMPSONS.
22 DECEMBER:  MY PREVIOUS VISIT WITH PAUL.

I hadn’t managed to get back to that end of the beach until Sunday afternoon. My timing was perfect. Paul had just that morning completed his masterpiece.

As Paul wrote on his Facebook page:

“…8 days it took me, 15,000 litres of water fetched from the sea, by me, and about 1/2 tonne of blood, sweat, and tears…”

My American friends, that’s about 4,000 gallons of water! I wonder how much sand was used. I wasn’t there at the right time of day for the best pictures, but I managed. (Click any image to be wowed.)

THE MASTERPIECE (A COMPOSITE SHOT PROVIDED BY PAUL).
WE THREE KINGS…
BAA… BAA… BAA…
PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE…
STACKED PIGLETS…
HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM PAUL BLANE IN FUENGIROLA.
(AND FROM SAN GERALDO AND ME, TOO.)

Thanks, Mr. Sandman, for bringing us a dream…