Harlequin & His Companion, Pablo Picasso, 1901 In 1978, after I graduated college, I lived in Madrid for a year. Me and my boyfriend had a dream and a plan. To write novels and publish a literary journal. Writing did happen that year though none of it ever got published. The journal didn't materialize.
Nearly 40 years later, 2016, I returned to Madrid with my youngest daughter. My essay about both experiences was recently published online by Belle Ombre for which I am very grateful. They also picked Picasso's Harlequin and His Companion to accompany my piece.
Read the essay, La Movida Madrileña, here.
Nearly 40 years later, 2016, I returned to Madrid with my youngest daughter. My essay about both experiences was recently published online by Belle Ombre for which I am very grateful. They also picked Picasso's Harlequin and His Companion to accompany my piece.
Read the essay, La Movida Madrileña, here.
And here are links to other posts I've written about that year in Spain and going back older, and, at least in some regards, wiser. The first is Coming Home, The second is Spanish Masters, about revisiting the Prado and some of the paintings and artists I first learned about from my father, such as Goya and Velasquez.
 My passport photo, 1978 |  Enjoying my morning cafe con leche y pan tostada con mermelada, 2016 |
RSS Feed