I call him "Rockstar J" an older free thinking eccentric artsit. I've called him jackass, drunk, friend, rockstar, devil, and family. Like me, J has a certain way of living by his rules and only his rules. That is, unless he's doing the morning cleaning of Tex Mex(the bar in the center of town, on the edge of the Vortex). He takes his duties here very seriously, although... more than once, I've seen him fall flat on his face in mid step and in mid task. Hey everybody likes a good stiff buzz, I say. Anyhow, I first encountered "Rockstar J" while performing with his band "RAW" at Rocking J's Hammock Hostel. He has a raspy smokey voice. He likes to scream, "Welcome to Hell Mother Fuckers!" several times throughout his gigs. He's right, of course. Like his day job, I've seen him fall flat on his face more than once... mid sentence, mid song. CLASSIC! Beyond the apparently and acceptable rockstar sized alcoholism. J is a masterful artist and colorful addiction to the music and art scene of the twisted little Caribbean paradise.
Rockstar J lives in a colorful little house in the center of town. It would be hard to miss if the yard were kept at all. Behind the green weeds and vines, grows a vibrantly airbrushed house completely stacked full of art supplies and signature "J" artifacts. Every table is completely cluttered with every color of the rainbow chalks, pastels, pens, pencils, and gem stone. He plays bass and masterfully belts out his versions of Johnny Cash, Rolling Stones, and Doors... when he's in between drunk and sober somewhere. Otherwise he can turn into an ornery ass "mother fucker"... lol.
Like many of us castaways, J has found a way to survive here. It's not always an easy path, but some how, he survives, he smiles, he yells at people, he stumbles, and he makes amazing art pieces. He is a master airbrush artist. He loves giving weird and quite unusual gifts. Each completely unique in its conception and execution. He once gave me a 3 dimensional dihedral thinga majig... so proud was his explanation how how difficult it was to construct such an unusual shape while keeping all the angles correct. It's hanging in "Rocking J's Hammock Hostel" these days. One night, he was wearing these ABSOLUTELY SIC ASS pair of airbrushed bell bottoms. They had clouds and stars painted all over them. After talking with me and Carrie Alexander, one night, he walked away wearing these pants and across the rear stated, "KISS MY ASS"! We both immediately bowed down and started exclaiming "Oh shit! Rockstar! Classic!" while giving devil horn salutes. I bought those pants a week later. I call them my Rolling Stone magazine cover pants.
The town is very accepting to folks like me and "J". We can be complete jackass drunks, and the following day... the town treats us with a fresh blank white canvas to start on. This place and people like "Rockstar J" feed and breed free thinking creativity. Now.. at this moment, 7:00 am at Tex Mex, J putters around with broom in hand and a familiar hacking(we all smoke too much). It's a good life in this little INTENSE Carribean town... may you all have the privilege of experiencing such a movie like rock n roll people and places like this place. nothing but love J... those are my "cover" pants. amen to you... devil horn salute.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Queen Luana - Painter/Goddess/Free Spirit
When first visiting Puerto Viejo I met this lovely young woman with jewels glued to her face. She wore brightly colored clothing made from scraps of other clothes and vibrant rags. I never saw Luana without a paint brush in her hands unless she was eating and even then sometimes she'd be painting away. Luana was a special kind of character. She had the worst ADD and seemed to always be dreaming with a glazy look in her eyes. The more I got to know her, the more respect I gained for her as an artist and painter. This girl had a unique style of bold graphics, cartoony surrealism, nature inspired and femininity oozed from every piece. Overtime I became familiar with Luana's style. I could spot a piece from a mile away... which is actually pretty easy to do... considering her paintings were mostly large scale murals.
Luana was a special kind of artist, a living canvas. She left a trail of signature "Queen Luana" art work everywhere she walked. It was like a trail of bread crumbs leading to her presence. The fresher the paint, the closer she was. She wore a dress made out of old tin cans and road a bicycle brightly colored in ribbons and trinkets. She always seemed to have some kind of sparkling jewels adorning her body. Often, when speaking with Luana, she'd space out after the third or fourth sentence, if I was lucky. She has this amazing ability to paint seemingly without looking at what she was working on. I grabbed a brush more than once and participated in her murals. It's quite easy to fall into a groove painting along side this young master. Luana is one of the most prolific artists per square meter I've had the pleasure of knowing at this point in my journey. It seemed fairly easy for Luana to make, at least, a meager living being an artist. Everyone with a hotel or a sign in town had to wait, but not too long, as she was super fast at the production of the large scale murals and signs. She also made a living doing face paint on Friday nights or special occasions.
Luana is now in KHO Phangan, Thailand, painting her way across the globe. Everyone that knows her is a fan of her as an artist and a person. She's what I label "The Greatest Artist of All Time"... which represents a person that "IS" art. May you all have the honored privilege of meeting this amazing young woman as she paints her way to a town near you.
Luana was a special kind of artist, a living canvas. She left a trail of signature "Queen Luana" art work everywhere she walked. It was like a trail of bread crumbs leading to her presence. The fresher the paint, the closer she was. She wore a dress made out of old tin cans and road a bicycle brightly colored in ribbons and trinkets. She always seemed to have some kind of sparkling jewels adorning her body. Often, when speaking with Luana, she'd space out after the third or fourth sentence, if I was lucky. She has this amazing ability to paint seemingly without looking at what she was working on. I grabbed a brush more than once and participated in her murals. It's quite easy to fall into a groove painting along side this young master. Luana is one of the most prolific artists per square meter I've had the pleasure of knowing at this point in my journey. It seemed fairly easy for Luana to make, at least, a meager living being an artist. Everyone with a hotel or a sign in town had to wait, but not too long, as she was super fast at the production of the large scale murals and signs. She also made a living doing face paint on Friday nights or special occasions.
Luana is now in KHO Phangan, Thailand, painting her way across the globe. Everyone that knows her is a fan of her as an artist and a person. She's what I label "The Greatest Artist of All Time"... which represents a person that "IS" art. May you all have the honored privilege of meeting this amazing young woman as she paints her way to a town near you.
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