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Magic and Miracles

Action Painting in Mexico

March 11-18 2017

Jerry Ann Fenter…Instructor and Guide

I’m excited to be offering another art experience in Mexico! This year’s workshop is again located in Melaque, Mexico. Melaque is a beautiful small town in the state of Jalisco on the west coast of Mexico. The class will be held at La Paloma Resort in Melaque right on the water. This year we will focus on some loose, experimental and fun types of drawing and painting that will help you capture the joy and energy of Mexico itself, its colors, its texture and its magic. It will help you to let go, free yourself from any self-consciousness and create your own special kind of art. I will be working alongside all of you as your teacher, your coach and your fellow experimenter. This class is for all levels of experience. Don’t worry if you haven’t done art in years or ever for that matter. I keep the class small.  This year we will be able to get most supplies (paper and paints) in Mexico.  I’ll send suggestions of anything else you might want to bring with you closer to March.

This year we will again be in Melaque during St. Patrick’s Day. There is celebration in town on that day that we can be a part of! The cost of the workshop is $475. (Not including airfare). Housing for the week will be arranged through La Paloma Resort www.lapalomamexico.com/. It will be up to each student to contact Kyla in the office to pay for your stay and choose your room. Mention you are coming for my workshop and you will get a discount. Travel, Art and Great Company plus plenty of time to relax! It’s a promise. You can find my work and my blog at www.jerryfenter.com.

To sign up for the workshop please fill out and send this form and a check for $475 made out to Jerry Ann Fenter. My address is 26 Frontier Road, Appleton, WA. 98602. Questions? Call me at 509-365-5119. My e-mail is fenter@gorge.net. The class will be limited in size so sign up now.



A Story From Mexico

Palms Mexico smaller Mexican Time by Jerry Fenter

“Get in the damned car”, barked Richard from the passenger side in the front seat. “This is going to be an adventure!” Richard never just spoke, he barked.

Like a decorated general from the old English Raj he talked to Nancy and me like he was addressing his troops. Car fully loaded we shot out of the parking lot of the Costco in Puerto Vallarta into bumper on bumper traffic. Traffic on the main highway was particularly slow this morning. We passed small accidents. A crowd of people stood in a circle around a crushed ice cream freezer pulled by a bike. It seems the driver had been distracted by what he thought were three people carrying a kicking goat in the lane next to him. Watching the goat and not the road, he’d rear-ended an old rusty Chevy. The impact caused him to fly through the air into oncoming traffic. He bounced off the hood of a tricked out Ford with a decal of Guadalupe on the back window. His bike and its contents were destroyed in the crash. Traffic was stopped. People watched the ruckus from open windows, cigarettes dangling from their lips. Street dogs were having their fill of the sweet melty liquid spilling out of the tiny broken freezer. They lapped it up. They rolled in it.
“I swear I saw them crossing, the goat was kicking and I didn’t want to hit anyone,” the ice cream man explained.
The Chevy driver was pissed. He hadn’t “seen any fuckin’goats or nothing”. Richard didn’t stop. The accident disappeared from view. Richard pulled out his map.

“By map it’s only two hours to San Sebastian.” Richard shoved the tail end of a Costco kosher hot dog into his mouth. “Piece a cake!”
Nancy rolled her eyes. She knew that two hours Mexican time could mean anything. In Mexico time can be bent, go backwards, even stop. Time will always surprise you. We turned left onto an unmarked road just past the Botanical Gardens. The car stumbled up the vertical highway, over topes, past broken parts of huge boulders, some that blocked parts of the road. Each of us took turns moving obstructions.

“And this is the new road,” said Richard, relaxing into the passenger seat while hooking up the new hand held gadget for driving directions he’d just bought.
“Check this out Nancy. It’s called the Tom-Tom. It’s the latest thing in getting to wherever you want to go. No getting lost. Saw it on TV. Picked it up back at Costco.”

Nancy looked hard at the little screened device. Her attention was fully on the gadget in Richard’s hand. I held on tight as the car absently drifted to the left side of the road just missing a noisy large group of crossing chickens. As we rumbled over loose rocks The Tom-Tom guided us with its feminine voice and detailed map. The voice was confident with a strong English accent. You could trust this that voice to get you anywhere.

Trucks full of livestock, cars stuffed with oxygen tanks and old pickups sped downhill, swerving just in time to miss our car. Signs saying PELIGROSO marked hairpin turns. Yet somehow I felt safe. I had moved into a fearless Mexican mode. I was invincible. I had lost all doubt. We had the Tom-Tom and the English lady’s calm reassurance. Also, luck seemed to always stay close to Richard.

An iguana languidly crossed the road. The blazing sun was gone. We had entered the jungle. Unfamiliar plants entwined road signs. We crawled by dwarfed pineapple trees and overloaded banana plants. A mist rose up from the pavement and clouded our windows. I couldn’t get enough air. It was like breathing under water. I cleared my window. Gold light shined out of small openings in the trees like a promise.

The map on the Tom-Tom was harder to follow as we drove higher. Roads on the screen split, turned and even curled backwards where no roads could exist. The calm female voice repeated that we’d missed our turn over and over despite the fact that there was only one way to go and that was straight up.

We were surrounded by jungle. I imagined ancient animals peering through dark branches. Irrational geography confused the real with the unreal.

We drove around potholes as the pavement became cracked and broken. To our right the trees opened up leaving a half moon shaped clearing by the road. We slowed to a crawl. Too our right was an entire traveling carnival alive with dwarves, sideshow characters and workmen trying to push a dilapidated fallen trailer to an upright position out of a deep muddy rut. People appeared from nowhere just to watch. They talked and smoked as Siamese twins tried to wedge a plank under the trailer’s sunken back-end, every careful movement the exact copy of the other’s. The twins whispered to one another as they struggled with the weight.

“Tamales, tortillas, pan dulce,” a birdlike man called out to the crowd hopping from one foot to the other then setting his platter down to spin around and around. People surrounded him. The food was gone.

Nancy and Richard were arguing about directions. The road grew narrow. Moss dripped with moisture as bright pink leaves and dirty speckled lizards fell on the car. So many bugs smashed to death on the windshield made it hard to see. I turned and watched the circus vanish as we rolled up the steep hill.
The screen on the Tom-Tom went blank.
The English lady went silent.

“Shit, let’s get rid of this God damned thing.” Richard rolled down his window and tossed out the Tom-Tom. It vanished, sucked into the shadow of the jungle wall.

The mountain air was fresh and fragrant with mangoes. I could breathe. Above the mist of the jungle the sky was cobalt blue. Two hours turned into four as we crossed a one lane bridge. We looked down. A creek ran under us surrounded by white water. Standing birds lifted their wings and danced near the shore. We had entered a place where magic could happen. Church bells chimed the hour. The road now was cobblestone. The city of San Sebastian Del Oeste shined white with casas de adobe. We were inside living history full of old haciendas, gold and silver mines protecting ghosts from the past, acres of sharp blue agave plants and broken down tequila tasting stands. Bakeries displayed pan dulces fresh from the oven. We passed the Catholic Church in the square, drove another half mile and pulled to a stop. A statue of San Sebastian pierced with arrows shone in the afternoon light. We had arrived at La Galerita de San Sebastian, once a ruined hacienda and now our destination.

Richard’s voice quieted as he and Nancy settled into their private casita. I was alone with the jungle. Tiny birds moved from tree to tree, each telling their own story. Coffee beans brushed against my face. I carefully pulled one from a cluster carefully leaving the stem. Smoke rose. The roasting coffee smelled amazing. The statue of St. Anthony with his tortured eyes watched as I picked up my bag. I stopped at the door of my own casita. Two dark purple orchids shifted then turned toward me from their tree branch. Their spicy aroma teased me as I walked up the steps into my own private sanctuary.

Hi everyone. I thought you might enjoy a story an experience I had in Mexico. I’m hoping to get a few more people to sign up for my painting workshop. This years Mexico Class is in Melaque, Mexico at www.lapalomamexico.com/. The place is beautiful, and so much fun. Check the last post on this website for a sign up sheet. If you have any questions just give me a call at 509-365-5119 or fenter@gorge.net. Our dates are March 14-18, 2016.

Painting in Paradise



I’m so proud to be offering another wonderful painting workshop in Mexico. This year we will focus on nature, flowers, plants, color and the wonders that you will find in Melaque, Mexico. Melaque is a beautiful small town on the west coast of Mexico. It is a magical place and alive with color, excitement, texture and inspiration for artists of all levels. The workshop will be held at the beautiful La Paloma Resort right on the water. I’ve been painting for over 30 years and will be there alongside you both inside and outside the studio as your teacher and coach. For those of you who are beginning…don’t fear. I keep the size of the class small and will work with you at your own level. For both beginning and experienced students I try to focus on bringing a touch of Mexico into your work. This year we will be in Melaque during St. Patrick’s Day. There is a lot of celebration in the town on that day that we can be a part of! The cost of the workshop is $600. (Not including airfare). Housing for the week will be arranged through La Paloma Resort www.lapalomamexico.com/. It will be up to each student to contact Kyla in the office to pay for your stay and choose your room. Mention you are coming for my workshop and you will get a discount. Travel, Art and Great Company plus plenty of time to relax! It’s a promise.
To sign up for the workshop please fill out and send this form and a check for $600 made out to Jerry Ann Fenter. My address is 26 Frontier Road, Appleton, WA. 98602. Questions? Call me at 509-365-5119. My e-mail is fenter@gorge.net. The class will be limited in size so sign up now.

(Photo at the top of the page was taken last year during the workshop at the Flower Market in Melaque.)

Magical Mexico Adventure

Happy mid-July everyone. My post is back! Still having a few technical problems but I’m working on them. Since we still have dial-up here in Timber Valley I guess I’ll have to start writing from my favorite coffee shop down by the river.

Great news! From March 21st-28th 2015 I’ve scheduled another teaching event that will have your artistic minds spinning.  During this week I’ll be coaching and teaching a 5 day clinic in Melaque, Mexico. This clinic will explore “Color as a Central Expression of Mexican Life”.  The  small town of Melaque is alive with color, excitement, texture and magic. So we will come together at  one of my favorite places in the world the La Paloma Resort on the west coast of Mexico. To take a look go to www.lapalomamexico.com/. The resort has a beautiful studio and is right on the water.  It is a relaxing and inspiring destination.

It’s never too early to plan.  So I’m writing this .now because it will give you plenty of time to  set aside this week for yourself or for you and your friends to explore color and art with me, Jerry Fenter, as your coach, teacher and guide.  For those new to art…don’t fear.  We can work with watercolor or drawing at your level.  For those more experienced or who have a special area of expertise (all media…for example oils, acrylics, pastels, soft cloth work, drawing, ink, photography etc.)   I will be there to help bring that color into your work with my past experience in Melaque .  This will be a true magical art week to remember. Surprises are everywhere. These dates are before Easter so all local restaurants and sites should be open for us to explore.  Seeing and experiencing is so important in making art.  Also this will be a great adventure.

I will have details in flyer form soon.  Please forward this to anyone you might think is interested.  To  talk to me write to fenter@gorge.net or call 509-365-5119.

Magical Mexico

Magical Mexico

Late Summer in the Mountains

It’s morning. There is a fingernail moon in the blue sky above the fir trees. I’ve just come in from an hour of drinking coffee with my cats, Berry and Arlo. It’s become a daily routine of ours that I make coffee, put Cody out back to soak up the sun and take a few minutes to enjoy my kitties. Berry and Arlo are in Snapple boxes (the kind you get from a huge Costco buy). I put nip in both boxes. They love it. Berry is wild and wants up on my lap. Arlo is aged, slow and squinty. He won’t stray far from me because he’s old. I think he’s almost 16 but I wouldn’t swear to it. He was given to me by Maria from The Attic Gallery. He was best pals with Woody my “excellent” cat who died last year. My third cat, Holly, is up in our bedroom closet, still nervous from a traumatic run in with a raccoon about two weeks ago. She’s staying inside. Each day she spends a little bit more time on the front porch but she’s taking NO chances. Raccoons are BAD.


Berry enjoying our morning

 Sitting outside in the late summer is the best therapy ever. I’ve had a busy month. I’d planned to complete all sorts of projects, do lots of writing and painting, and work on our yard. I did a few things. Some will wait until later. I’m ok with that. Instead of finishing my list of shoulds, we drove to Renton to play with our grandchildren. It was so much fun seeing them with my son and daughter-in-law who are the best parents ever. Tavish (who’s eight) also spent a week up here with Ron and me. Nothing special was planned (except a trip to the Goldendale Observatory…a story I mentioned  in my previous post). We hung out. We ate. We had treats. We played with aliens and space invaders. We even secretly watched “Ghost Whisperer” on TV in the afternoon. (A show Tavish called PG 13!) T is an avid reader. He spent time with Harry Potter, stayed up late, and played keep away with Cody, Ron and me in the front yard. We walked a lot. Ron and T set up a tent and then got too busy loading wood into the barn to use it.


Monsters vs. Aliens


 Later in the month I took a trip to Walla Walla. I went with my painter friend Sue Martin who is thinking of moving there in the near future. My daughter went to Whitman so I’d been to the campus before but only for a short period of time. Sue and I tasted lots of wine, found a thriving art scene, painted up at Bennington Lake (she used oils, I used crayons), and had wonderful food. The best meal we had was at my friends’ small farm. My friends, Brian and Cindy, are a couple who have about 10 acres, 3 huskies, some chickens, a kitty and a huge garden. Cindy is a gourmet cook. The dinner was delicious. It was made with food right from the garden. Anthony Bourdain and Alice Waters would be proud. Sue and I brought wine from The Foundry Tasting Room to share. Everything was delicious.


American Gothic Walla Walla Style

 We also spent a day at Night Song Husky Rescue in Dayton where I was again tempted to bring home another husky. I controlled myself. It was great seeing Susan who owns and operates the rescue. Susan is the closest thing to a Saint that I’ll ever meet. Night Song is the rescue that connected us with Cody. Susan cares for over 40 huskies who have been abused, abandoned or who just can’t be placed anywhere else. Check out her rescue on Google.


Almost Our Dog

 My evil deer hasn’t been seen for the past few days…but I know she’s around. About a week ago she came up to the front gate and stared directly into my eyes with her own round saucer-like ones. I made noise to chase her away but she stood firm until I went inside. I’m amazed at the people who have asked me about that deer. She’s almost famous.


Unflattering Rock Sleeping Exercise

 Yesterday Ron, Cody and I spent a whirlwind day at the beach. We dropped off 26 pieces of art at the Ryan Gallery. Cody even got to go in for visit with Emily the owner. The rest of the day was spent on the beach, running with Cody and Ron. It was a perfect day, partly cloudy but warm. I took time out for a nap on the rocks. Ron says I REALLY fell asleep (and this unflattering picture is his evidence). We got home late, tired and a little bit sunburned. 


 Coming events will be listed here on the post soon. I hope to have a class at The Dalles Art Center in October.

Richard and I in San Sebastion

A sad goodbye to my friend Richard Lennie who passed away in Melaque, Mexico last month.  He was a wonderful person, good friend, family man, loved animals and will be very much missed.  I’m thankful for all the fun he and Nancy and I have had over the years at La Paloma and traveling to other great places in Mexico.  Keep traveling, Richard. My thoughts are with you Nancy.

South of the Border

We knew it was going to be a great week, when we quickly cleared customs, got ourselves a cab, were taken through banana and coconut fields, down dusty colorful streets, past watermelon stands, and palm trees to end up at beautiful La Paloma Resort.

     “South of the border, down Mexico way.  That’s where I fell in love where all the stars above come out to play.”

 When we walked in the doors of the gated gardens, saw the pool, the blue ocean, the hibiscus and lantana plants I felt as if I were returning to my second home. My students and I all could feel the magic of Mexico at that very moment.

  “Well come on let’s go and head off to Mexico. And build our dreams on siestas of the day.  I’ll take my guitar who knows it might get us far and we’ll call each other by our fake names.  You don’t know how lucky we are but it’s you and me in Mexico.”

 We had a wonderful class. We concentrated on the colors of Mexico and watercolor techniques during the day, in the evening we focused on the food, drink, fresh open air on the beach at Bigotes, the crowds at the town square in Melaque preparing for Samana Santa (Easter Week), the helado shop (ice cream) and the kindness of all the people we met.

“Oh Mexico.  It sounds so simple I just got to go. The sun’s so hot I forgot to go home. Oh Mexico. It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low.”


 Excellent dinners were eaten, fish were caught and fried (thanks to John and the great chef at Bigotes).  Shopping was at its best on the long main street in the tiny tourist stores. We bought food for our kitchens at a great grocery called Hawaii. Patti, Marti and Teri made delicious salsa and guacamole often. We were treated to some both wonderful and awful music coming from the streets and the little bar next to La Paloma. Barking dogs, music, the sound of surfing, laughter, crying…it’s all Mexico.

 The surf was very strong at this time of the month. We even got to see the biggest moon of the year while we sat on the beach and watched it come up over the town of Barra.

 Favorite places were found.

 Altars for Mexico were made.

Friends were everywhere .

 A carnival hid itself near the square.

 I taught and painted and played.

  I couldn’t have had better students or better hosts.

What more could one ask for?

 Thanks to everyone.

 I feel like I’ll be on Mexican time until I return next year. The dates are set. March 31st (Saturday) to April 7th (the next Saturday) in 2012! Time to pack your suitcases!



Thanks to Laura Marling, James Taylor, and Jerrod Nieman for their songs.

Cabin fever, Johnny Depp and Creative Printmaking


It’s January and finally the snow here in Timber Valley is taking a short break.  Cody and I will definitely walk a mile or two this afternoon.  Hopefully the ice and rain will hold off for a week or more and I can recover from one of the worst cases of cabin fever I’ve ever had.  I have a magnet on my refrigerator that shows Jack Nicholson in the movie “The Shining”.  You know that scene where he’s breaking into the bathroom with an axe?  That’s how I’m feeling and then multiply it by ten.  I’m surprised I’m not just typing the same sentence over and over like Jack did on the beautiful old typewriter in the movie.  I adore that movie by the way.  It scares me each time I see it.  It’s a classic.

Cabin fever is real.  Anyone who has lived outside of a city, in the woods, no signal for a cell phone, no signal for NPR (even though I donate), no DSL can swear to that.  When it’s winter and cold and you spend your days feeding the fire (no central heating), you tend to do lots of thinking and way too much watching movies and TV.  Some of you will be horrified that I watched The Golden Globes on Sunday night.  Yep, I sat right down with my healthy snacks and Diet Peach Snapple and was again amazed at the glamor, wealth and silliness of Hollywood royalty.  I was breathless when Angelina showed up in her old Hollywood 40’s style glittery dress. It was of course the perfect color on her.


 And I never get tired of watching Johnny Depp sit in any audience even though at the Globes he lost best actor award. He was nominated in two movies for best actor (that’s what probably split his vote and caused the loss).  I preferred “Alice in Wonderland” to the other Depp movie but then again I love anything remotely connected with that book. Alice and the White Rabbit have been part of my reading life for years.  Did you know that there is an edition of Alice in Wonderland illustrated by Ralph Steadman?  I gifted it to my son and daughter- in-law at Christmas.

Back to the Golden Globes.  I thought Ricky Gervais was hilarious, mean, ironic, funny and just the right amount of sarcastic while hosting the show.  He makes me laugh out loud and knows when to poke fun at the Hollywood crowd who take themselves oh so seriously.  If you ever get a chance rent “Extras” on Netflix or the “old” version of “The Office”.  It’s a real treat.


Even better than the “Globes” was my two day monotype workshop at The Dalles Art Center.  Even though it was small…it was mighty.  We produced more work than I’ve seen in a long time in just two days.  My students were motivated and talented as you can see by these examples of their work. Did I ever mention how much I love teaching?  I think, next to doing art, teaching is the best job in the world.  I just heard from an old student of mine from 26 years ago who reminded me of just how rewarding teaching is.  He’s doing so well.  And I’m very proud of him. He sent me a great picture on Facebook of me from the time I was teaching his class.  It brought back such good memories.


Students…sign up for Mexico.  I will be sending out a list of supplies very soon. The airfare is cheap right now so plan ahead.  Any questions just give me a call. (509-365-5119)

Congratulations to our friend Jeff Draeger for being awarded Rookie of the Year from Klickitat County Search and Rescue. All of us are proud of him and thank him for being so brave.  What would all of us out here in the woods and on the wild rivers do without Search and Rescue?

Also John Maher has an exciting new art installation project in the works.  For an overall look at his idea go to www.maherart.com.  Look for “Running Ladders” project.

Threads and Christmas and New Year’s, Oh My

The Way It Is

 By William Stafford

 There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

 things that change.

 But it doesn’t change.

 People wonder about what you are pursuing.

You have to explain about the thread.

 But it is hard for others to see.

 While you hold it you can’t get lost.

Tragedies happen; people get hurt

 or die; and you suffer and get old.

 Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.

 You don’t ever let go of the thread.

 I thought I’d start the New Year out with a piece from one of my favorite poets that I think might answer some questions for people about why artists become artists. I think Stafford’s poem makes clear what I’ve been trying to express out loud for years. Artists are born with a thread they will be compelled to follow. It’s there from the earliest of memory. The artist will chase that thread of creativity from the time of birth until the time of death.

A person doesn’t choose to be an artist. The arts somehow choose you. I’ve felt the pull of the thread since I was a child and got up two hours earlier then my parents to read novels, books about art and poetry and to write and draw. No matter what practical paths I tried to follow with all  good intentions,  the wonder that is creativity seemed to be always close in my consciousness and easy to access at any time.

 My parents always encouraged me to be practical and safe. They wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor.  They saw money as the only survival tool; they wanted me to be successful in a financial way. I can’t blame them for that. They made it clear that I would be the first one in my family to finish college. I did fine in school, and of course I wanted to please my parents, but I never quit feeling the strong pull of that thread towards the arts.

 I was constantly stretched in two directions. One practical and safe (psychology, teaching, research) and one magical, (dance, the arts and theatre). My life has been a constant game of Tug-O-War. When I played it too safe and was pulled to the practical side I felt as if something was always missing. Of course I’d enhance my practical life by reading, drawing, cartooning and always being around the arts but the strong tug of that unbreakable thread was always tipping me further towards the magical and the creative.  I had to overcome being afraid of the unknown and conquer my fears of free falling without the security of a monthly paycheck and retirement program.  I feel fortunate to have been brave enough to do this. When I finally chose to let the thread take me where it will, I started to feel energized (Tug-O-War can wear a person out). Decisions come easily. I do anything to keep supporting my art.  If travel presents itself to me, I’ll travel.  If a project interests me I’ll become involved in it.  If I feel the thread pull me in strange and unfamiliar directions, I follow. I don’t play safe anymore and it’s scary…it’s dangerous…it’s exhilarating.  Hanging on to that thread has also kept me from falling into deep depressions, the loss of loved ones and other passing tragedies.  The thread is strong and unbreakable and always healing. 

 Now for the news.

 Christmas with our friend Bill…wonderful. Having Patty and John over for Christmas Day…totally fun. Exchanging presents with our kids and grandkids to be finished up on Saturday at Amy’s…crazy fun. New Year’s stay at the Oregon Coast…restful and beautiful. And it’s not over yet. Even more Christmas with Erin, Sara and Jeff…can’t wait. This is going to be the best year!

 Don’t forget my monotype class at The Dalles Art Center on January 15th and 16th. (For information call 541-296-4759). There is still time to sign up for my Mexico Class in April. E-mail me at fenter@gorge.net or call 509-365-5119 for more information and a flyer.

 “A work of art is good if it has sprung from necessity.”

                                                                          –Rainer Maria Rilke

 Any comments on your creative threads are welcome!!

Snow, Angst, Gateway Bowl and Happy Holidays


It’s getting so close to Christmas. We have snow here (in Timber Valley). It snows, then rains, then freezes and then continues to snow some more. Don’t get me wrong. I love snow but mainly when it stays constant and can be played in, plowed, sledded on and generally not squishy. Like the Eskimo people we in this valley have lots of names for snow. Corn snow, tiny snow, fat snow, wet snow, icy snow, Cody snow (right for sledding), snowball snow, heavy snow, twinkling snow and really slushy awful snow are just a few of many.  Right now it’s fall down snow and it’s hard to stay vertical. Cody is trying to talk me into a long walk (literally he talks and tries to form the word “walk” with his doggy mouth) as those of you who know him can visualize. But it’s too slick and wet for me to put on my five pound each Sorel boots, leash him up and go. I feel like writing, drinking coffee and reading my new Vanity Fair. When I sit inside too long with a touch of cabin fever I can sometimes start feeling sorry for myself. I can get into a real funk. I’ve even thought about getting those weird light glasses that the Swedish wear to shine sunny beams into my eyes to fight my Nordic Depression.

 While  deep in a bout of this consuming angst, Ron and I attended a special event Saturday night that made me very happy. I came home with a renewed outlook on my life. I spent the evening with a group of people who have helped make my life important and exciting and totally worthwhile. I finally realized how lucky I am.  I’m one of those fortunate people who have friends that have been there for me for as long as I can remember. Saturday I spent the evening with my neighborhood friends from sixth grade through high school. Wow! We all lit up when we saw each other. The party was given by an exceptional and talented person, the  famous DJ from the 70’s and 80’s, Dave Christensen. The evening’s discussions included Gateway Bowling Championships, Rocky Butte, the Parkrose Bronchos, Wygant School, Red’s Riding Academy,The “Old” Junior High, The Heights Junior High, Jolayne Dunn, the KISN Carol Tree, and just tons of random stories from hanging around the neighborhood in summer and icing the street for hockey in the winter. We were all so happy to see each other and really catch up. All of us have found love and happiness in our own ways. We’re OK.

 I came home feeling good about everything in general and so lucky to have kept so many of my friends for so long. I want all of them to know how important they are to me. I’m lucky enough to have kept friends from every passing stage of my life. Thinking about them makes it impossible to be sad. Merry Christmas to all of you.  You know who you are.

 The November class at The Dalles Art Center was (as we said in the 60’s) a blast! We worked hard on figure drawing and painting but still found the time to have a wild runway show with each student being their own fashion model. A picture is worth a thousand words.

 The next class will be the third weekend in January and I’ll post it on the blog.

 Also, start getting your sign up sheets back to me for MEXICO!If you need questions answered or just want more info just give me a call at 509-365-5119. As soon as I have the final list of students I’ll send out a supply list, help you find airplane reservations and soothe all of those worries you might have.  If you know anyone else who would like to have this exquisite tropical experience please pass on the information. After teaching this class for so many years Ican hardly wait.


2011 Watercolor and Art Retreat

Making Magic In Mexico

April 13th through April 19th 2011

Melaque, Mexico

Jerry Fenter Instructor

It’s winter here and time to plan for something exciting, fun, relaxing and creative in a truly magical place. Reserve your spot in Jerry’s 2011 workshop in Melaque, Mexico at the beautiful La Paloma Resort! Open to both experienced and inexperienced students of all ages, this year we will focus on magic, Mexico, figure drawing and painting along with some surprise projects guaranteed to jump start your creative brain. We will learn to relax into Mexican time and loosen up our painting styles by soaking up local Mexican culture. Jerry is an experienced teacher and creativity counselor whose goal is to bring out and develop your own style of creative work.

La Paloma is a small boutique hotel/retreat. They offer a pool right at the ocean’s edge, studios with cooking areas and many more amenities. We start class each day in the on-site studio after enjoying a complimentary service of fresh orange juice, all the Columbian coffee or tea you can drink with toast and jam. Studios run $700 per week double occupancy. ($350 per person if you share a room.)

Sound great? The price for Jerry’s workshop is $650 per person for the 5 day workshop. Total cost? $1000 for the 5 day workshop and two free play days in Mexico!!  Airfare is not included but we are staying Wednesday to Wednesday for savings. For more details or questions call Jerry at 509-365-5119 or e-mail at fenter@gorge.net.  To see the beautiful La Paloma Resort go to www.lapalomamexico.com/. You’re invited to Mexico for a great time!!!!

To save your place, fill out and send this form and a check for $50 made out to Jerry Fenter ASAP. This check is non-refundable but will go to the price of the workshop. To make reservations at La Paloma, e-mail retreat@prodigy.net.mx Questions? Call Jerry. The address is 26 Frontier Rd., Appleton, WA 98602. DON’T MISS OUT!!!

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