Stella P. Arbelaéz Tascón – Analog Artist Digital World

By Thomas Thorspecken

I went to the Orlando Museum of Art (OMA) (2416 N Mills Ave, Orlando, FL) because the museum galleries were open for artists to sketch. My friend Stella P. Arbelaéz Tascón is a member of the museum and called to find out that she could get me in as well. What the museum receptionist had failed to tell Stella was that her guest would just get $5 off the price of admission. I went into the museum hoping they might be giving out free Jean-Michel Basquiat cardboard forgeries to all who attended. Unfortunately the FBI had collected all the cardboard for their own collection.

As Stella and I scouted the galleries trying to decide where to sketch, we noticed quite a few other artists in the galleries hard at work. It turned out that The Orlando Urban Sketchers group was in the museum. I helped found the Orlando Urban Sketchers group back when I used to host Drink and draw events in Orlando. The group is more vibrant than ever using social media to generate interest and get artists out of their studios to explore other venues for artistic inspiration with their sketchbooks in hand.

The Orlando Urban Sketchers group usually hosts events when I am online with a student. I was surprised to find the group just by sheer luck. I chose this subject because I saw Aristotle_05 doing a fun colorful sketch of this sculpture which is titled Sound Suit by Nick Cave. I liked that the female urban sketcher seemed dwarfed by the size of the Sound Suit. Aristotle_05 later stood and took a few photos of the statue so I got him in the sketch. We held a throw down in front of the Museum gift shop. It was a great opportunity to meet other artists who had come out to sketch.

By Thomas Thorspecken

After driving to Alligator Alcatraz for the first time, Stella P. Arbelaéz Tascón wanted to pick up her Colombian National ID at the Colombian Consulate (280 Aragón Avenue, Coral Gables FL.) It was a quick drive across the state. The building with its Mediterranean Revival architecture blends well into the very posh neighborhood.

Walking to the consulate we passed a Pilates class and the Coral Gables Museum. A group of woman still in their tight exercise leotards must have just left the class as they passed me as I setting up my art stool in front of the Museum. It was very early, and the museum was closed, so I was less concerned about a museum guard shooing me away.

Stella left me to watch Boo Boo her adorable tiny pup. I tied his leash to my belt as I sketched. A second group of Pilates warriors stopped to ask his name and give him all the pets. A man about half way up the block from me, seated on the sidewalk looked like he might be homeless, then again, I probably looked about the same having just come from the sweaty Everglades.

The last time Stella was here, she had to wait overnight since the line to get into the consulate had been so long, snaking around the block. This time the line did not extend past the width of the building. Also She did not have to wait in line since she was just picking up her document. The bureaucratic process still gave me enough time to complete this sketch, so she must have been inside over an hour.

With the United States spiraling into a dictatorship, having official documents is more important than ever given, the ICE raids of workplaces and family gatherings. Stella and I watched a video of a realtor talking about how many rich people are leaving the country, selling their million dollar properties. She used to see one such sale every few months but now she is seeing a flood of people getting out of the country.

I was considering purchasing a home in New York State, but now I am reconsidering the idea of buying a property in the United States. My new plan is to travel Europe, sketching each day, for eight months, following the movements of the 75th Infantry, C Company, in the final months of WWII as they defeated Fascism. My father Arthur Harold Thorspecken was a 1st Lieutenant in C Company and I am now plotting their battles, breaking it down by the day. My sketches will be dated based on the events taking place in 1945. I am pouring over several pamphlets my father had been given at the end of the war and a written recounting of the infantry’s movements based on the recollections of another 1st Lieutenant of C Company. My father never talked about the war. My brother warned me about the winter weather, but C Company had to deal with freezing conditions as they moved around Europe. I will just have to deal with whatever weather is thrown my way.