The emotional return to Mexico City. Late in 2024, I was asked by Pablo Solano  to show my paintings at his gallery,  Galeria POZO.  I had met Pablo in Quetzaltenango last year as he travels to "Xela" several times a year.  We had an immediate connection. "Terry 1963" "Terry 1963" left in Pablo's studio in Tultepec I thought this would be a great opportunity and an excuse to visit Mexico again. I could have not asked for more in an exhibition. Love was everywhere. Hard to believe it had been 29 years (1996) since first coming to Mexico City. That was my first international trip traveling with my dear friend, Richard Crowe. We would meet his friend, Rodrigo, who lived in the city. The reason for going to Mexico was to travel to Tomatlan, Veracruz to  visit the former home and grave of my late partner, Carlos Breton Garcia (Tirso). Carlos died of AIDS on August 15,1995. A Tuesday night at 8:52 pm.  One never forgets the time and place. Richard, Rodrigo, ...

 Rio If I was going to run away and hide from the world,  I just might pick Rio de Janeiro. A certain casualness and realness with an unmatchable landscape/seascape.  I had booked enough nights here to relax and explore areas  off the guided tours path. Terry and Kim on Rua Bolivar. I had an roommate in the 1980s that fell in love with Rio  and moved there.  Have not heard from him in years. I imagined running into him on Copacabana Beach. Terry and Dad 1961 in Santa Teresa The old neighborhood of Santa Teresa was a place of deep reflection and history. Would loved to have had more time to wander these steep streets. Perhaps another time. The last day there was beautiful. Perfect weather and time to think about just how fortunate I am to have been able to spend a week here. I can only hope that someone encounters my photographs and takes a few moments to slow down, reflect and breath.

   A day at sea I have a problem relaxing.  It usually takes 4 days away from my day-to-day to be able to slightly let go. This trip proved to be no exception. After a day at sea we arrived to Montevideo. A spotless town even when rain drenched. I envisioned a life in this small country. A country very forward thinking...and acting. Terry crying (1964) I left a photograph here, near the port, in the afternoon rain. A return to the ship and the following day an early morning arrival to Buenos Aires. I had always imagined how wonderful this South American mega city would be. With her endless boulevards and parks, Buenos Aires is vast.  Terry in first grade (1967) It was here that we visited the art museum, MALBA.  It was here that I encountered a painting by Antonio Berni that made me weep.  That has only happened twice before. Manifestacion (1934), Antonio Berni The following day we were invited to the home of Mirta Toledo.  I would be curating a show f...

To the bottom of the world and heading back north We made it around the tip of South America and arrived at the Falkland Islands. Being so close to Antartica brought on unexpected feelings of being on the edge of earth and wanting to go further. I have never had a desire to visit Antartica before today. Perhaps it was all the refrigerator magnets and sweatshirts at all the shops of Ashuaia, Argentina. Somehow the idea of isolation and detachment has become more desirable.  Something to consider.  The Falkland Islands have been a land of wars and uprisings for generations. The strategic location has been coveted by many countries.  Port Stanley, a small town of 3,600 is her capitol and a simple place with more people than trees and many more penguins than people. This is their world. The simple architecture and a handful of gifts shops anxiously await the next cruise ship's arrival which doubles the population if only for a day. It was on a simple hillside that I left a ph...

 Lost in Punto Arenas We arrived to Punto Arenas with her awe inspiring snow capped mountains and crystal clear waters. It was cold even in the height of her summer. Such a beautiful pristine place. A place that started as a penile colony and was thought to be cursed.  The first public cemetery in the country that allowed more than Catholics to be buried there.  A more inclusive town. The overlook at Punta Arenas I immediately wanted to stay longer. It was here that I would leave a photograph from this project as it is such a special place that I would love to revisit in the future and would consider living here for periods of time perhaps only in the summer months. Me kissing the foot of a figure on the Monumento a Hernando De Magellanes As fate would have it, I became so caught up in Punto Arenas that  I forgot to leave a photograph and information.  But remembering I did kiss the foot on the  Monumento a Hernando De Magellanes... I will certainly return....

Hola Santiago. Santiago has been on my radar for decades for no apparent reason. I knew nothing about this place. It is just a place I needed to visit. Santiago ha estado en mi radar durante décadas sin razón aparente. No sabía nada de este lugar. Simplemente era un lugar que necesitaba visitar.  Me at 1 month   Last year while planning this trip, I learned someone I had known for years playing volleyball had moved to Santiago. Yet another reason to go. It was so great to see Drew again and delve into the past and share our love and happiness with  relocating to Latin America. I had not had an opportunity to have such a conversation.  Thank you Drew. El año pasado, mientras planeaba este viaje, me enteré de que alguien a quien conocía desde hacía años jugando al voleibol se había mudado a Santiago. Otra razón más para ir. Fue genial volver a ver a Drew y rememorar el pasado y compartir nuestro amor y felicidad al mudarnos a Latinoamérica. No había tenido la oportunid...