There were lots of ideas brewing in my head. From cute to extravagant. Nothing was clicking though. Until I just sat down to do it… twice.
The second version stuck. It was one of those instances of flow, and once I got started, it was just a matter of sticking to it to finish the blueprint. Then we had to wait two weeks for it to be cut (Colombian time, Ben, it’s Colombian time).
It’s almost a meter tall, to give some perspective. I really like it; someone told me once that inspiration is a gift, and what we are meant to follow. True ‘dat.
Getting it stained was another lesson in patience. The tint was rather red, so it took about five coats. But after all that, it was ready to go, and so were we…
Our opening night was a blast, we had a full house all through the night and into the wee hours. Colombians, once they get going, love to drink, sing, then sing sad songs and cry, and drink sing laugh after that. I am a gringo, and passed out early. Someday I’ll cry my sad songs too.
I’ll post tomorrow on our opening! Cheers.
