Friday, May 1, 2015

 Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe

Patron Saint of Manabao, La Vega, República Dominicana

Oil On Canvas, 40 x 30 inches

This painting was created following the way of how the Virgin appeared in Mexico to the indian Juan Diego, and many other details highly relevant to this story.  Notice the shiny white stars surrounding the Virgin:  they have a reason to be spaced as they are. 

Esta pintura fue creada siguiendo la forma en cómo la Vigen se le apareció en México al indio Juan Diego, y muchos detalles más altamente relevantes a la historia. Nota las brillantes estrellas blancas que rodean la Virgen: tienen una razón especial para estar espaciadas de esa manera. 

Paint restoration of The Lady of Guadalupe statue, for Manabao´s church, La Vega. Oil paints were used, the same ones used for painting on canvas. Acrylic paints were supplied to me for this purpose, but being used to my oil paints, I just couldn´t find a way to feel comfortable with acrylics. I didn´t like the behaviior not the results of this product on the statue. The oils took much longer to dry, but it was so worth it!

Restauración de pintura de la estatua de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, para la Iglesia de Manabao, La Vega. Pinturas de óleo fueron usadas, las mismas que se usaron para la pintura sobre tela. Pinturas acrílicas me fueron suministradas para esta labor, pero acostumbrada a utilizar mis pinturas de óleo, no encontré la vía de sentirme cómoda con acríílicos. No me gustaba el comportamiento ni los resultados de este producto sobre la estatua. Los óleos tomaron mucho más tiempo para secarse, pero valió la pena tanto!

Thursday, April 30, 2015


Oil On Canvas
Palette-Knife Paintings (Heavy Texture Paint)

Óleo Sobre Tela
Pinturas a Espátula (Pintura de Textura Gruesa)


(Todus angustirostris)  

Yellow-faced grassquit Cigüita de la Hierba

Indigenous/Nativo(Tiaris olivaceus)

Black-crowned tanagerCuatro Ojos.

Endemic; Endémico. (Phaenicophilus palmarum)

American kestrel; Cuyayas (subspeciessubespecie) Endemic/Endémica(Falco sparverius dominicensis: subspecies of Falco sparverius)

Ridgway's hawkGavilán dominicano

Endemic; Endémico(Buteo Ridgwayi)

IntroducedIntroducido(Passer domesticus).

Village weaver; Madam saga o Tejedor común. Introduced;Introducida. (Ploceus cucullatus)

Common ground dove; Tortolita

Indigenous/Nativo. (Columbina passerina)

Indigenous/Nativo. (Mimus polyglottos)

EndemicEndémico. (Coccyzus longirostris)

EndemicEndémico. (Cholrostilbon swainsonii)

Vervain hummingbird; Zumbadorcito.

EndemicEndémico. (Priotelus roseigaster)

Saturday, September 4, 2010


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Orpheus walks full of hope towards daylight, expecting his beloved Eurydice to follow him all the way out of the underwold. He has been granted an extraordinary and unique opportunity: to have the breath of life restored to his wife. Hades, king of the land of the dead, softened to Orpheus request, marking Greek history as the only time this ever happened with this fearsome god. Even Cerberus, the horrifying hound of the gates of Hades, succumbed to the sad songs Orpheus played. Hades and his wife Persephone conceded Orpheus a chance for getting back Eurydice, alive. She would walk behind him, all the way to daylight, but he could not turn back to look at her, or would lose her for ever.

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Saturday, August 28, 2010

Coson Beach

Coson Beach
Originally uploaded by esperanzadickson
A long, long line of coconut trees, and white foam in beautiful Coson beach, Samana, Dominican Republic.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Apollo And Clytie Greek Myth

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Apollo climbs the sky in his chariot of fire, and ignores Clytie, who betrayed his beloved Leucothea in order to gain back his favors. She suffers silently and finally turns into a sunflower; her face will now follow forever the Sun in its daily path.

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Daphne And Apollo: Surprise, Surprise!

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Knowing how popular he was among women - and some men, too... (see "Male Lovers", at ); it was better for heart breaker Apollo to spread the rumor that a leaden arrow hardened Daphne's. It would stand badly against his reputation as a seducer if people began to think that the beautiful nymph Daphne simply didn't care for his glorious handsomeness. And Apollo wasn't the kind to take feminine rejections smoothly, apparently. So, one good day he decided that Daphne would have to give in, even if by sheer physical force.

The god chased Daphne around the forest, first playfully, then, seriously, breaking in a heavy sweat. What a moment it must have been for Apollo, to find out how badly the girl despised him, that to stay away, she ran furiously for all she was worth! And, even worse for his overfed ego, Daphne was a very fast runner, and he couldn't catch her. Only a divine favor would allow him to close the distance between them, as he was no match for this lightning-fast opponent!

Just at that moment - his good luck working miracles, no doubt - Cupid decided to give him the aid he required. But as his footsteps ate the space separating him from his sweet goal, right when he could feel the heat of her body on his finger tips, and the brush of her hair against his face, he received an almost heart stopping surprise. Beautiful Daphne turned instantly into a laurel tree! His desperate hands sought the dreamed softness of her skin, but found instead hard bark. He buried his face in her lustrous mane, with the last of hopes, but found only the rustle of leaves, and tiny branches that scratched his cheeks and lips.

So determined was Daphne to avoid him (or not just him, but all her suitors, as the Greek story likes to generalize, to Apollo's relieve...), that she preferred to transform herself completely. She considered her gorgeous form to be responsible for her troubles. She asked her father Peneus for help, and received it in the shape of a huge laurel tree. Now she would be forever rooted to the ground, opposite to the freedom of movement she was so used to have around the woods, which allowed her to be the great runner and hunter she was well known for.

I wonder if she had any idea of what her father had in mind, when she asked him for help. Either her father couldn't think straight in such short notice, or his responses to favor requests used to be this radical. Or maybe he simply just had a terrible dislike for Apollo and his ill reputation with women, now planning mischief with his dear daughter's purity.

Apparently, Apollo's ability to continue his love life as if nothing ever happened followed unimpaired. To me, it wasn't so. I think Daphne marked him deeply, after all... Irreversibly. His declaration as sacred of the green leaves now replacing her hair, isn't one to be taken lightly. Instead of just remembering with reverence her braveness in each Olympic event with laurel leaves as a special symbol, I think he grieved her loss quietly, in every of those magnificent occasions. He was the brave one, suffering silently for the only love he was so obsessed about, and couldn't have, ever.

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Atalanta And Hippomenes: Saving More Than Pride

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Greek mythology tells the story of huntress Atalanta in many versions. From all, we can take note of what an incredible young woman this was, fighting and hunting fiercely like a bear. She had no equal…as no wish to attach herself sentimentally to anyone.

Of course, suitors almost rained from the Greek sky for such a remarkable lady, well endowed with a tantalizing beauty, to boot! But, as most Greek myths go, a bit more than mild cruelty added up to the story. Atalanta’s father decides, apparently agreeing to the young woman’s wishes (wicked wishes, to be more precise…), to allow all her suitors come forward for marriage proposals. These would be “processed” for considering in an uncommon way: the pretender would have to win Atalanta’s hand in a race, instead of begging for it on one knee. The race would be against Atalanta herself, winning a death sentence instantly, had the suitor the bad luck of being outrun by her.

Father and daughter, united in the purpose of repelling pretenders in this unconventional way, had great success. Atalanta could run faster than a deer, and faster than any other person. Curiously, while Atalanta’s suitors disappeared for ever in this fatal fashion, new ones never stopped from volunteering and giving it a try, yes, a deadly one.

Hippomenes was one of these self-confident young men. He had his good amount of glorious reputation, too, if not as magnificent as that of Atalanta's. But what he lacked in speed, he over brimmed in wit. The day of the race he showed up sure of his good luck, which to everyone's amazement worked to the best wonders. Finally someone won against thunder fast Atalanta!

His trick? He made some plans ahead. He asked Aphrodite for a favor, which she answered in the form of a few golden apples. Apparently, the goddess knew what a greedy little thing this Atalanta was. Even Hippomenes was surprised when the young beauty stopped dead in the middle of the race, to retrieve each of the fallen apples that he let go intermittently.

Right at this point is where I wonder what really went on there. I think it might not have gone exactly as it appeared to the naked eye. Avarice on behalf of Atalanta, a beautiful and successful woman, who was a god's daughter? She, who could have anything she wanted, as her history of never ending pretenders faithfully stated? Hum...maybe not...

Maybe it was convenience she thought of. Hippomenes was another story of success in himself. No other man could equal Hippomenes' sharp skills, making of this young man the best match for this extraordinary girl, her continuously growing pride probably coming to a dignified stop, finally. And if she outraced this one, too, she would stay lonely forever, her wicked father at her side, helping her plan who knows what other product of dementia for the future. So she bent obediently to pick up each of the shiny fruits.

Or maybe it was pity she felt for Hippomenes, her feminine intuition telling her that such pricy treats were not obtained so easily. Such things usually had a divine origin. Knowing how capricious Greek gods could be, such favors had generally a high price to pay in return. Being aware of what this pretender was risking for obtaining her hand in marriage, and feeling charitable towards the best of her fellows in sports, probably she thought it was time to renounce to the crown accrediting her as the fastest runner in the universe.

Or maybe it was love at first sight, which is the possibility I like best to consider (...sighs!). Hippomenes was very handsome, with the attractiveness his tough daily life molded his muscular body with. One good look at this young man convinced Atalanta that it was worth it. And not just being nice to look at, this man was the best hunter and runner she ever had known, even if a notch below her skills. So, maybe then she suggested herself the apples plan to a more than willing Hippomenes.

And probably it was her idea that he would get a few more (as in my oil painting), just for precaution. The formidable Aphrodite provided him with just three...In any case, Atalanta would need to have considerable "distraction", for the sake of appearances, with everybody knowing how fast she could run. After a long and hair rising history of fatal rejections for all her suitors, it wouldn't look good if Atalanta let Hippomenes win easily. The apples fitted perfectly to her machinations!

But Hippomenes probably had one more reason to accede smoothly to Atalanta's idea. Attracted to her as he was, maybe he felt it his duty to protect her reputation and dignity, thinking he wouldn't like her feelings bruised by her first lost race. What if he truly could outrun her after all, even without those darn apples? Death would appeal to him like a sweet treat, in place of the monstrous rage he might unleash from Atalanta, had he the indelicacy of letting himself win, shamelessly, in this comfortable fashion.

From the different versions of ending for this story, a popular one tells about how the newly weds celebrated their union, just after the race was won by Hippomenes. Ja, see? If it was not a plan between the two lovers, how could both of them end up happily celebrating? Common sense makes it more plausible that Hippomenes would celebrate, while Atalanta hid her humiliation and discomfort behind a dead serious face, in the best of scenarios. What would really be expected in this case, as Greek mythology usually went, is an outraged Atalanta, asking for some god's help, in order to take some creative revenge against Hippomenes.

In the following part of the story, according to one of the many versions, an angry Aphrodite brought death upon Hippomenes, apparently because he forgot his debt to her, in the bliss of celebrations. In this direction of the story, I think that the real reason for the goddess' anger was another. Secretly discovering that she was the fool in the middle of the lover's genial plans, must have triggered the goddess worst humor.

Another version of ending for this story states that Aphrodite, or Zeus, turned both newly weds into lions, because of their lack of proper honoring the goddess, or their irreverence in one of Zeus' temples. Apparently they were engulfed in a cloud of lust, that drove them to make love right there in the temple. They were punished accordingly, changed to the forms of wild beasts that Greeks thought couldn't mate together.

But I like to stay with the version of ending that tells about the fortuitous escape to safeness of both lovers, away from Aphrodite's fury.