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| Hello Darlings, finally I finished my postcard from beautiful Buenos Aires after much deliberation. She embodies both the feminine and masculine sensuality of tango and wears the vibrant La Boca neighborhood on her shirt. This is a mixed media illustration with colored paper, acrylic paint, and ink. She exemplifies not only my growth as an illustrator but also just how greatly I was marked by my trip to Argentina. The memories stay with me daily as does the cultural joie de vivre. |
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| Greg and I arrived at our apartment in Palermo Hollywood, BA on Wednesday March 19th, 2014 and immediately fell in love with the charm of the city. |
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| We wander(lusted) through the shops of Palermo Soho en route to the tranquil Jardin Japones. |
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| With luck in our back pockets, we found our way to the steps of Malba (Museum of Latina American Art of Buenos Aires) just in time for Mario Testino's exhibition In Your Face. |
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| Painted faces glistened from the dimly lit gallery walls. |
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| Later we were greeted by angels at La Recoleta Cemetry. |
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| One can't help but get lost in the labyrinth of Recoleta. |
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| The next day we set our sights on the painted houses of La Boca and its bohemian inhabitants. |
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| La Boca dresses their trees in gorgeous knitted sweaters... |
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| while I dressed to join the graffiti covered walls! |
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| Greg and Mona Lisa looked North to San Telmo. |
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| When we arrived we were met with the warmest and most forgiving sunset. |
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| Exploring San Telmo was like discovering treasures from a past world. |
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| Every street corner looked like the grandest theatrical backdrop. |
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| I collected all my inspiration every step of the way! |
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| We finished our night soaking up the heat of tango at Cafe Tortoni. |
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| When we woke we headed to the Ecological Reserve to ride bikes along the beautiful boardwalk. |
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| I felt so free riding my yellow bicyclette! |
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| We stumbled upon the Fortabat Art Collection at Puerto Madero after a lunch of Argentinian wine and cheese. |
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| Later we scoured the bookshelves of El Ateneo the largest bookstore in South America! |
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| On our last day we strolled hand in hand through the streets of Palermo, absorbing all that we could to return to New York. |
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| I stood in the sunshine reminding myself to never forget what I felt in Buenos Aires. |
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