Aztecs In The Andes

Welcome to my blog and thanks for following us during my week long series titled, "Winter Comes Again".  The writings are created by me, Jennifer Alfia DiMarzo and the photographs presented this week are taken by me, due to my husband's show and commission schedule.  Thanks for understanding and keep on reading!  We hope that you continue to join us Monday through Friday, throughout the next year on our creative journey! Enjoy!

As I bushwacked through the dense terrain high in the Andes, I came upon a clear trail that led north to a snowy field.  I noticed a distinct snow sculpture ahead of me.  I began to take in her harmonious aura.  She spoke softly to me.  I eagerly continued on my journey through the snowy field in hopes to discover why such a Venus was mounted there and where she had come from.  I called her Annie the Aztec, for she reminded me of that particular tribe and culture.  As I approached the crest of the mountain, I looked for some sort of temple.  I was praying that the rain God, Tlalc, stayed far away, so that my special friend would not be destroyed.  I revolved to the left and noticed a large golden pyramid glaring directly into my eyes.  It was like a magnetic force, trying to pull me in.  As I advanced, I was greeted by the Aztec God of war and symbol of the sun.  His name was Huitzilopochtli.  He seemed to be a very important God of the tribe as he portrayed to me his daily duties.  I quickly became uncomfortable as he shouted that he uses his weapon of sunlight to drive all of the creatures of darkness, including the stars and moon from the sky.  He continued to share that every evening his body dies as the creatures of darkness return.  His voice rose as he bestowed that for the next day's fight he of course needed all of his strength back which meant he must diet on human blood.  He immediately clutched me.  My reflexes weaved me away faster than a bolt of lightening.  I miraculously stumbled upon a secret road in Arequipa.  I accelerated down to the bottom quicker than I had ever imagined I could.  The next train was coming.  I had to warn all of the other townspeople.  I was going to need some assistance to notify the fourty trains that were expected, so I grabbed the carving tool off of the platform Annie was on and cut her free at last.  I watched intensely as she immediately turned shades of astonishing terra cotta tones, peaches, and luscious shades of red.  She wiggled off her base, gliding smoothly down the mountain.  She was subsequently fully prepared for the mission.  She and I saved over four hundred people that day.  The mountain shook for hours from every angry and hungry bone in Huitzilopochtli's body.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

Attention:  Please understand that these are all photographs taken by me this week due to my husband's show and commission schedule.  Thanks for understanding and keep on reading!
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Butterfly Composition III

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Monica had returned.  This time with all of her body parts in tact.  I knew she wouldn't be placed into my antique coffee can ever again, nor would she be found flying off to any distant land.  She convinced me that she would stay with me and keep me company during all of the rest of my days and nights.  She was fascinated by circling around my head, at least seven times, before landing on my shoulder, as if trying to portray some sort of morse code.  The only message I gathered from this was that she thoroughly enjoyed being around me and that she looked forward to our daily ritual of sharing our sweet nectar together.  Joyful that she was near, my hands began tapping my canister like a little drummer boy.  The hollow, gentle sound it made echoed freely across the field.  Blue jays and robins started chirping strongly and began migrating closer to us.  A few of them were carrying what looked like their light suppers in their beaks.  They landed exactly where we were standing and dropped their worms neatly in a pile beside us.  Moments later, we heard the buzzing of bees and wondered if they too had planned on joining us.  Monica circled around my head seven more times, flapped her glorious wings and before I knew it had disappeared behind some large shrubbery.  She came back dragging seven small pieces of bright green palms.  They were just the appropriate size for the seven of us to have a comfortable seat at dinner.  Excitedly, I grasped my antique coffee can in one hand and began playing with a bit more vivacity, as if I now were in a small bongo performance band.  At the same time, my left hand succeeded in opening our fresh, daily jar of nectar.  The bees instantly reappeared.  We all obtained our seats as my hands began slowing down steadily, the birds ceased chirping and the bees finished buzzing.  We all sensed this was going to be quite a remarkable feast!  Monica circled another seven times.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Butterfly Composition III", original acrylic measuring 24" X 36". Price: $225.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Maxwell House

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She asked what he was drinking.  He replied to her that it was "The Prince of Powdah".  She stroked the pointy haircomb out from the bun on the back of her head and shook her blonde curls loose.  As he wiggled out of his business jacket and savored another sip, he asked her if she knew why Maxwell House was known for being good to the last drop, while placing his cup softly back down on the silver table top.  She wanted to reply with a line about knowing something else that is good to the last drop, but instead managed only smirked.  This was the boldest Columbian Supreme he had encountered in quite some time.  Although it was slow-roasted, it surely went down quick.  She ripped off her apron and name tag and swung into the booth beside him.  Shoulders brushing, they swigged together while listening to the vibes of the Latin dance music.  Aggressively, he pushed the table aside, grabbed her at her waist and swooped her off her feet.  Afternoon salsa had just begun.  All of this from a cup of Joe.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Maxwell House", original acrylic measuring 24" X 36". Price: $425.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Composition II

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The four of us sat patiently around the table, taking turns, almost like spinning the wheel to see where it landed and who ended up with what fortunes.  This time there was more of a tasteful meaning to the madness.  We were not allowed to peek in the drawer to see what it was we were churning, however the aromas that filled the room informed us it had to be the strongest blend of the finest coffee beans we had ever discovered.  We were inquisitive what roast it was and if we would be able to sample after we were finished grinding it into fine particles.  The head cuisinier with his chubby little white-gloved hands gave us the nod to cease.  He emptied the brown specks into a grand glass jar with secure lid.  He passed out five mugs, spoons and dessert plates.  Our anticipation grew stronger.  The loud whistle blew from the kettle on the stove breaking the silence, making us even more eager to try this concoction.   He flipped his tall chef hat to the right, grabbed the tray of delicate biscotti out of the oven and plunged at the head of the table.  To what did we owe this special occassion?  After we watched him make his glorious cup, we were allowed to make ours.  Holding the white porcelain mugs up to our nostrils and inhaling before taking our first sips was a necessity.  Desiree's favorite part was dipping her biscotti in, letting it soak until it was just about to fall in, then savoring both the flavors together in her mouth.  The cuisinier looked strangely at Peter and Paul.  The caffeine must have gotten to their heads because they were both guzzling their second cups, on their third biscottis and managing to fit in quite the jibberish conversation.  None of us could keep up with them, nor wanted to.  The italian music playing in the background took precedence at that very moment and I burst out singing "Ava Maria".  Desiree chimed in the next line, which was quite a surprise because she barely ever spoke out loud.  The cuisinier began taking off his apron, hat, white gloves & chef shoes.  He mumbled something in Italian, making us paranoid as to what was truly in that secret drawer.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Composition II", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $485.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Maryland Club Coffee

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He and I admired the elegantly dressed model, Elsa, better known as "Miss Maryland Club".  Print ads of her did their job because it made men stare uncontrollably towards her female features.  The only way to be more connected to her was to purchase a can, fantasizing her lounging along the cup's brim.  Sales soared that year for this premier, upscale blend of coffee.  Any specialty roaster on the east coast longed for the secret recipe for this unique brew.  It was no ordinary old can filled with coffee, instead it was brimming with magic.  We entered into the humble coffee house along the Chesapeake with our newspapers in hand.  After taking a seat and glancing around, we realized we were in the traditional meeting place of the areas merchants and sea captains.  Everyone held a pin up in one hand and a cup of Maryland Club in the other.  We discussed the possibilities of opening a franchise together for this new and popular beverage.  It was just then, the man to our left, dressed in bright yellow poncho and rain hat, yelled out, "Where's that sexy brunette, Rosborough?  The testosterone in here is about to burst"!  The sound of her six inch heels hit the floor with charm.  The chic statuette had arrived.  Our daydreams disappeared.  We all nursed another cup.  This was going to be an extensive matinee.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Maryland Club Coffee", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $445.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Monarch Coffee

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My mind envisioned a slew of butterflies captured inside, just praying to be let go.  I anticipated them frantically flapping as they reached the summit of the rusty tin.  Some of them bumping into one another before elevating into the cerulean blue sky.  The union of both was perfect and serene.  All of a sudden,  she landed on the crown of my nose persistently flapping her wings with much trouble.  Her beedy little eyes and antennas were pointing erectly towards me, calling for assistance.  Her abdomen looked saturated, as if she had just had a generous helping of nectar.  I examined her forewings, bursting with amazing peach tones, unfortunately one was torn.  I reviewed her aqua hindwings and the opposite wing also ripped.  I proceeded to my mother's sewing box and found a fine point needle with some very thin silk pink thread.  I named my new friend, Monica.  I expressed to her my plan, she winked at me with assurance.  The light pink thread entered in and out of her smooth wings with grace.  Within one half hour she was as good as new.  She raised her head to thank me.  As she fluttered back onto the tip of my snout, she kissed me good bye, leaving a smidgen of moist dew.  I ran out to the field with the empty tin in my hand, questioning if Monica would ever find her way back to me.  As I looked to my right, she surfaced on my shoulder leaving me a gift.
I placed this treasure into the tin can.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Monarch Coffee", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $545.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Roasted Rooster

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We slowly walked the well maintained aisles, breathing in the sweet smells of the luscious green vines and the large vermilion colored grapes.  Out of Napa's four hundred wineries, we chose this intimate twenty acre lot to spend our day.  The cool summer breeze felt so pleasant on our necks and faces, while taking in the strong rays of the California sun.  The light wind lifted Judy's straw hat into the adjacent row in which she chased after rather expeditiously.  As she followed the direction of her hat along the ground, a grandiose rooster crossed her path.  His comb was stunning.  He paused to stare at her.  His wattle mesmerized her.  She recalled how the comb on roosters was meant to cool them and to attract their mates.  At that very minute, she had forgotten what she was chasing after.  Her eyes danced along with the ravishing features of the silky body that frolicked in front of her.  His sable eyes were captivating.  His nostril was so cozy to her face, it was as if he were trying to discover if the scent was of the same species.  She whispered softly to him while his ear lobes perked upright.  His maintail feathers were like a rainbow in which she imagined saddle backing with him throughout the abutting rows of grapes.  Jackson called out for her but she ignored him.  Instead, she started caressing her new found mate's blade.  Her hat blew further in the distance until it was out of sight.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Roasted Rooster", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $395.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Provence

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I craved to encounter Good King Rene and rule with him during his last decade in Provence.  Standing on this glorious tip of southeast France, overlooking the Mediterranean was remarkable and allowed me to feel a bit like him.  The endless rivers and mountains instantly created a luscious painterly background to the elegant sheep and goats grazing on the rugged landscape below.  Everything seemed peaceful and inviting.  It was hard to imagine that between the World Wars the region was so full of such gruesome tales of widespread riots.  My father and I continued trekking through the mountains to the Camargne, our heads instantly cleared of any disruptive thoughts.  It wasn't long before we were stunned to find hundreds of flamingos bathing in the low waters before us.  It was truly surreal.  My father held a passion for the written word and I noticed he was taking notes on his pad.  He had always desired to be introduced to the best known French authors during the nineteenth century and I saw that he felt his closest connection with them at that very moment.   I, myself, loved to paint and clearly understood now why Cezanne &  van Gogh were drawn here.  The clarity of the light was so invigorating.  I imagined painting beside them, early images of horses and color drenched landscapes.   We moved downhill, enjoying the moderate temperature of the early evening, our bellies speaking to us.  We stumbled upon a quaint deli with a cobblestone facade.  Peering through the large picture window, our mouths watered at the abundant seafood, olives, lamb, grapes and melons before our eyes.  We took off our sweaty caps and settled our walking sticks at the door.  We were immediately served Ratatouille with a tall glass of Pastis.  Townsmen stared and smirked at us.  We felt as if we were sitting amongst King Rene and his crew.  We were anxious to explore the cliffs of the Calanques tomorrow, curious as to what hidden souls we were about to discover.  We poured ourselves another glass of the French liqueur and scooped a second helping of the scrumptious stewed vegetables.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Provence Rooster", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $395.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Havana Club Rum

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As we journeyed through the streets of Havana, we were culturally stimulated by the architecture, music and latin flavor that seemed to be abound.  Fernando and I were eager to experience Havana's Cultural Art Center later that evening.  Although we were sad to see the warm, tropical sun tucking in for the day, our stroll towards the art center proved to be intriguing.  Men were dressed in long black linen, wearing flat brimmed hats, biting on their half smoked cigars.  Women were adorned in colorful flowing dresses that seemed to dance through the night.  We thought about what a perfect fit our cigar bar would be, directly in the middle of the city.  The documentary film informed us of the hundreds of different cigar cargo ships from around the world and inspired us even more.  We needed to expand our infatuation with cigaros which led us to a sweet smelling fumar shop.  After finalizing our purchases, we rolled our cigars, lit them and slowly walked into the evening.  As we moved through the streets and the barios of Havana, we felt liberated as if we were part of a family. We took in more of the aromatic flavor the cuban tobacco had to offer, meandered and let our business thought simmer.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Havana Club Rum", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $365.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Key West Rooster

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It was a day of sharing and reconnecting with our extended Italian family members.  My Uncle and I reminisced about the past and what it must have been like.  As he flipped through his grandfather's journals, he read aloud a scribble about 1891 being the year of the great train robbery and the mine explosion that killed one hundred and nine.  It was also noted that it was the year the first world weightlifting championships were held and Carnegie Hall's doors opened.  He noticed a sketch in the pad of what seemed to resemble a huge snowstorm.  We gathered there was a tremendous blizzard that year.  He continued reading about Gauguin leaving for Tahiti that year and the first gasoline powered cars being debuted in Massachusetts.  We were intrigued and both grabbed another piece of oiled focaccia as my Uncle profoundly read that the first shipment of asparagus arrived in San Fransisco at that time.  We were on pins and needles waiting to read the next section regarding famous birthdays and deaths.  Frank Costello, the Italian born gangster marked his turf that year.  We envisioned the image of him, wondering what his life of crime was like.  It was then my Uncle looked at my baggy pants and tattoo, as I became curious about his oversized pants and flat brimmed hat.  I moved for another slice of focaccia, already saturated in authentic oil, although this time I garnished it with Nana's homemade pesto.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Key West Rooster", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $365.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Colonial Rooster

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I watched intensively as he found my large patch of dry, sandy soil in the backyard.  He scratched and scraped, while loosening the soil with his beak and claws in order to hollow out a little depression for him to sit comfortably in.  The sun struck him just perfectly there.  He proceeded to fluff up his feathers and stir up the loose dirt with his elegant wings.  A large visible cloud of dust appeared at the same time as his sister rooster came wobbling in to join him.  It was a great way for them to cool down together on this hot, humid day.  It made me smile to know my evening was now open because I did not have to bathe them.  They had already removed all of the tiny little parasites living in their colorful feathers and for the most part, pretty much maintained themselves for the week.  They both swivelled their bodies around and began feeding together before their afternoon nap.  I thought about how these creatures amazingly outnumber us humans four to one.  I leaned back in my rocker and took another sip of my tea.  The babies started crying.  They needed to be changed, fed and bathed.  My free evening had just changed course.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Colonial Rooster", original acrylic measuring 36" X48". Price: $475.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Biscayne Light

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After climbing the 119 spiraling iron steps to the top, she proceeded to the lantern room where she caught a vast panoramic of the island. She inhaled the tranquility of the long stretch of sandy beach below. The tropical seas were their usual - an everchanging tone of aquamarine. Being ninety-five feet up in the air was quite a magnificent location to watch the leaping dolphins, occasional sharks, diving pelicans and other schools of colorful fish. She was anxious to meet her friend for their picnic later that afternoon. They would sunbathe and swim while viewing sea worthy vessels passing by. Heading back down the white-brick tower she peaked out at the graceful coconut palms swaying in the breeze. She was inspired more than ever now, running the rest of the fifty two steps. She grabbed her bike, which was leaning against the keeper's quarters and pedaled beachside aggressively down the Heritage Trail. The savory pineapples and freshly sliced oranges awaiting her danced in her head.

~Written by Jennifer Alfia

"Biscayne Light", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $425.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Key West Light

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He built the clapboard bungalow where him and his son nested while maintaining the white brick beacon.  He inhabited there from the time the lighthouse stood a mere sixty-five feet through when his infatuation attained one hundred feet.  He was as intrigued with the structure as he was with his own offspring.  He dolefully passed on his eighty-seventh birthday.  Determined, his son recreated their quarters into turn-of-the century style, by integrating decor and fixtures that provided a sense of this period of time in Key West. All three of us were compelled to purchase several maps and historic lighthouse artifacts that would further acquaint us with these two brave souls.  The five of us advanced out on the verandah, listening to the echoing stories from the mouths of the distinguished boy and his father.  The connection felt whole once again.

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Key West Light", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $425.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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St. Augustine

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The one hundred and sixty five foot monument seemed endless in the sky to him.  He loved racing round and round the enclosed spiral staircase.  He daydreamed on the top deck that he was one of the World War II Coast Guard men who trained there.  He pretended to use the lighthouse as a lookout point for enemy ships and submarines, just as they did.  He listened to his parents explain about how the early lamps in the tower first burned lard oil.  He couldn't help but chuckle.  He thought it made more sense when he was told that the lard oil was converted to kerosene a decade later.  Looking down upon this magnificient structure, it reminded him of a zebra, with it's wide black and white stripes.  The keeper's house and kitchen seemed miles away to him, as he imagined being served lemonade by the head-keepers family.  He wanted desperately to open the garage on the north end where he heard jeeps were repaired during the war.  He wondered if there was one remaining jeep for him to explore.  He welcomed all the facts he learned and had no desire to leave Anastasia Island.  His parents waved their arms high at him, motioning for him to come on down.  He took in his last glimpse of the sea as he descended the tower.

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"St. Augustine", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $425.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Key West Paddle

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Mile Marker 0, oh what a spot.
Whiteheads Point, even better.
The Keeper's Quarters, so very hot-to-trot.
Tropical breezes, palms, no directions needed.
Beams of light spreading energy galore.
Good times, good food, great folk, yikes- this all must be "tweeted"!
No shoes, only sandals, carefree & loose.
It's conical shape, first sparked in 1849.
My-oh-my, Hemingway & his cats must have had a goose!
Banyan trees, beaches, cruise ships, coral reefs.
Start gathering your belongings and
lay low like a seagrape leaf!

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Key West Paddle", original acrylic measuring 24" X48". Price: $345.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Hurricane Lantern

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Dishovelled from the last bolt of lightning striking the ships' keel, he and I meandered from the bow, on our way to the hull.  Passing through the galley, with our essential shiny brass object in hand, we carefully observed what structural elements had been affected from the storm.  The captain and I wouldn't have been able to see two steps in front of us without our reliable beacon.  With it's flickering light held high, we were able to view all of  the goods the ship was carrying in its hold, which were unfortunately in disarray, spread over the decks.  We thought we first must find Timmy - who was in his cabin at the time of the storm.  We managed our way to his room, slowly, staying to the port of the ship, trudging through inches of water.  To our surprise, he had a candle lit, shedding just enough light for one, as he changed into his new set of dry clothes.  All three of us scurried back amidship, through the knee high water to find wooden boxes dismantled and spread like dominoes.  With our sturdy lantern placed steadily on the raised floor, we each began collecting the valuable broken pieces, placing them carefully in the captain's trunk alongside other important cargo.  I looked at Timmy whose  mouth was suddenly wide open in awe.  I glanced down at what his eyes were upon.  I nudged the captain, we all became speechless.  We had just discovered the greatest treasure from this unknown adventure.  We would split it in thirds.

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Hurricane Lantern", original acrylic measuring 30" X48".  Price: $465.00.  For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Snook

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We adored the way we felt with the countless strands of beads swinging around our necks, the balanced bowls of fresh fruit on the tops of our heads and being bare foot in our loosely wrapped surrongs.  Breathing in the smells of the tropics, we felt like sweet candy.  We enjoyed going boating, paddling for our excercise.  We cherished viewing every tone of the ocean's waters, as we got deeper and further out.  We longed to arrive at the Forbidden Island, where story had it that there were mounds of snook, enough for villages of people.  We paddled strong and hard.  Sweat poured down our faces.  We began seeing several small snook in the nearby marshes, munching on cope pods and mysids.  Hildi grabbed a piece of fruit from the top of her head and bit into it.  Simultaneously, she noticed the larger snook were eating shrimp and other little fish.  She begged Luesa and the others to halt there for a bit and watch them feed.  They admired the silver grey blends of the fish, with their slim, elongated bodies.  Rio de Janeiro was quite a wonderful place for these uncomplicated, smooth, free dancing fish to conjugate.  Hildi was eager to wrap some of her colorful beads around a few of the snooks necks to see what kind of magic would occur.  Of course she refrained herself, though she imagined these fish on land with them, eating slices of their fruits, drinking their coconut milk and floating around gracefully in circles on their fins and tails.  She wondered what kind of celebration the Forbidden Island held. 

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Snook", original acrylic measuring 24" X 48". Price: $295.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Tuna

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Living in Ipswich, he longed for the day he would showcase his biggest catch of tuna in the town square.  He'd been taking his boat out daily for years, along with his two dogs and some local ale.  Sometimes he would linger the coastline for days at a time.  His dogs were an essential part of his fishing ventures, always sprawled on their sides along the boat's wooden floor, soaking in the sun's rays.  Their sense of instinct was so intense that when Joe was close to reeling in a good catch, they would softly bark, almost like a whisper in his ear.  This pattern assured Joe that he had again found the perfect fishing spot.  The big tuna below him on this particular day was scurrying frantically around the stern.  He snagged it on the right, steadily pulled it in, un-hooked him and placed him properly slushed in ice.  He tossed his line back in for more.  This next one was a very fast swimmer.  His back fins were long, sharp and moved with such grace.  Joe couldn't help feeling a bit like Hemingway, wheeling in a 120 pound catch.  He knew this one would be his trophy fish.  It was then he completely lost his balance, fell to the floor, while managing to pull the tuna across the bow.  Once again, he had conquered his passion for fishing.  He envisioned the towns people awaiting his arrival back to the mainland.

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Tuna", original acrylic measuring 30" X 48". Price: $325.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Bubble Fish

Welcome to my blog. The writings are created by me, Jennifer Alfia DiMarzo and the paintings presented are the original works of my husband, Dean DiMarzo. We hope that you may be able to join us Monday through Friday, throughout the next year on our creative journey! Enjoy!

Thank you to Randy in Seattle, WA who purchased the first painting off of our blog:  "Lil' Tom"! "Lil' Tom" may also still be commissioned.  Thanks again Randy!!

Angelica cherished the soft white-sands of the beaches, the hot temperatures, the tiny fishing villages and her fishing companion, Gabe, all of which surrounded her daily in Punta Cana.  Today her and Gabe had planned to rise early, gather their essentials & begin a new travel through the dense island to the fishing village on the south side.  They hadn't motored for long, when they unexpectedly dropped anchor.  Mesmorized with a stunning beauty of a sight north of them, their bodies became motionless.  Gabe managed to inquisitively turn to his left and asked one of the natives what was occurring.  The kind man replied that this was known as the "Magical Bubble Fish Ceremony."  They were immediately captivated.  Gabe inquired if they could join them for the remainder.  They were welcomed with grace.  Angelica and Gabe yearned for this further stimulation from such an extraordinary creature and were hungry to listen to the history behind her.  As they linked into the circle, Angelica's precious stone fish necklace wiggled from her pocket and onto the sand. 

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Bubble Fish", original acrylic measuring 30" X 48". Price: $325.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Striper

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Idling through the Gulf of Mexico, I thought back to thirty years ago when I caught my first striped bass.  He was a whopping seventy six pounds.  I caught Charlie up in New Jersey.  This week was my time to catch Chuck, hopefully a few pounds more than Charlie.  I reminisced back to the days where I would hear my great uncles speaking of how striped bass helped build this nation.  Not only did this species create food for fishermen and their families but also enabled the pilgrims in Massachusetts Bay to survive their first winter.  I told my wife I would not come home until I caught enough for two week's worth of eats.  I turned the wheel of my boat far right to discover their silvery bodies swimming around, under the deep waters.  Their longitudinal dark stripes running from behind their gills to the base of their tails, made them very easy to notice.  Two of them looked exactly alike to me and even resembled my first catch.  I was still fondly in love with this sport of mine.  I anchored my rod at a ninety degree angle, tapped my cap gently on my head and prayed desperately that my prayers and blessings would prove to be successful.  Chuck heard his calling and bit steadily and tightly onto the worm.  I jerked him with all my might. 

~Written by Jennifer Afia

"Striper", original acrylic measuring 24" X 48". Price: $345.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.

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Jennifer Alfia