It's a year to the week since we were in Santa Cruz, Tenerife. We were much impressed that time and I suppose in a year its not going to change much. Our plan was to hire a car and scoot off out of town.. maybe find the cable car and go up mount Tieda.
No photos of mountain as completely shrouded in cloud... The weather forcast was not good and turned out to be correct so didnt bother. Instead we chose to go 'do' the town galleries.
A very pleasant way to spend a rainy day in town.
The TEA, Tenerife Espacio de la Artes houses the city library as well as art and from upstairs it was an interesting perspective of angled walls and glass.
The art bit was holding two exhibitions. A huge collection of work by Oscar Dominguez spanning his long career and involvement with surrealist art
on the ground floor and a fantastic exhibition of art by Nestor Martin- Fernandez de la Torre.
This was a new artist to me but I loved his work.
Born in Gran Canaria 1887 - 1938, he seems to little known outside of the islands in spite of studying in london and Barcelona. Heavily infuenced by pre- raphaelite art in both England and Spain his paintings are very rich and imaginative.
Its so nice to find new (to me) art... the photos dont do justice to his paintings and are just a snapshop of some of his painting taken from very definetive collections.
Its so nice to find new (to me) art... the photos dont do justice to his paintings and are just a snapshop of some of his painting taken from very definetive collections.
We left the gallery and it was raining quite hard so we ducked into a partially covered market that looked promising.
Most of it was shut... not sure if that was the weather... lunch effect or a january tuesday effect. We did find a local stall where were found a almost perfect spherical cheese ball - bit like a cheese doughnut and a curly cheese finger. Both were very tasty.
After that we braved the rain and went to what we thought was another big gallery but it turned out to be a small indepant place showing the work of a local young artist Alba Dorta.
Again lovely paintings, strong colours and a couple of nice sculptural pieces.
We got quite wet, we decided that basically Santa Cruz is one big messy town so we wandered back to base. Tbh mycalves and thighs were still abit cross at my misuse of them on the two previous days..
Quick update on the cabin scenario... on arrival at midnight of the bangs and metalic clanging we once again entertained the security chap who agreed it was very intrusive. Its a strange feeling being in a cabin box... Dr Fred laid in bed, me in my nighty and a uniformed chap standing there listening to robot wars going off above you... anyway he said he would go ask them to tone it down and suggested we go to the desk tomorrow (again) and tell them. The night was quieter until the dawn robot chorous and after breakfast, when I went to the desk, they as good as, but more politely, and very apologetically, said tough.... if we were paying guest we might have more leverage but we are mere minions here to entertain... c'est la vie. THEN.... last night the noise was minimal (on comparison). So we both got a full nights - only broken 3 or 4 times - sleep. And I have to say we both feel so much better for it.
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