IN TAXCO I STUDIED THE CITY AND LANDSCAPE in as much depth as possible. I was fascinated by the problems of painting blue sky, blue mountains and the curious luminous blue of the jacaranda trees, as painting for me has always been visual problem solving rather than internal invention.

Taxco is nearly seven thousand feet up in the mountains south west of Mexico City. It is a city of silver, the mine below and the sound of silver being worked and the blue silver light of mountain air. The great eighteenth century church of Santa Prisca dominates the landscape in form like an antique rocket launcher.

It is a city of silver, the mine below and the sound of silver being worked and the blue silver light of mountain air.

My painting place, a long shaded veranda, beside my little room at the hotel Victoria overlooked the valley and the townscape. I had no preconceived ideas from other painters’ interpretations of Taxco, through strangely the painter who came to mind was Nicholas Poussin, perhaps because of his use of light, but more that the buildings belonging to the mine recalled his distant towns and temples.

The paintings of the market are about my life interest in good food and people. The clothesline paintings were done in Mexico City in the little garden of my friend and fellow painter Phil Kelly. The clothes drying quickly in the sun inFebruary were flags of celebration, having come from an Irish winter.

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