We've driven through the countryside to various artists' studios outside Oaxaca. Cornfields line the road and it looks like a poorer version of Iowa. We arrive in a village that looks nothing at all like an small Iowa town. The church is topped with domes instead of a towering spire. The streets are cobblestones or dust. The walls of the houses are brightly painted and often graffitied. Curb appeal is an unknown concept. Lawns do not exist. But when you are invited in through the formidable gate and enter the home studio of an artist, it's like that moment when the Wizard of Oz changes from black and white to color.
|Irma Blanco, 2nd generation ceramic artist.|
|This piece was created before our eyes, hand built in 15 minutes or so. The raw black clay transforms to the color below after firing.|
|Irma specializes in these elaborate creations as well as whimsical smaller pieces.|