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A little about Playa Zipolite, The Beach of the Dead . . .

Playa Zipolite, Oaxaca, Southern Mexico, on the Pacific Ocean. A little bit about my favorite little get-away on this small world of ours.

Zipolite, a sweaty 30-minute walk west from Puerto Angel, brings you to Playa Zipolite and another world. The feeling here is 1970's - Led Zep, Marley, and scruffy gringos.

A long, long time ago, Zipolite beach was usually visited by the Zapotecans...who made it a magical place. They came to visit Zipolite to meditate, or just to rest.

Recently, this beach has begun to receive day-trippers from Puerto Angel and Puerto Escondido, giving it a more TOURISTY feel than before.

Most people come here for the novelty of the nude beach, yoga, turtles, seafood, surf, meditation, vegetarians, discos, party, to get burnt by the sun, or to see how long they can stretch their skinny budget.

I post WWW Oaxaca, Mexico, Zipolite and areas nearby information. Also general budget, backpacker, surfer, off the beaten path, Mexico and beyond, information.

REMEMBER: Everyone is welcome at Zipolite.

ivan

Sunday, April 10, 2022

" The sea is so strange in the afternoons,

Misterios y puntos
Acrílico sobre tela
60 cm x 80 cm
Disponible
" Tan extraño el mar por las tardes, como si se cansara en el día por tanto jugar, tan extraño que empieza a mostrarme parte de las criaturas que en él habitan. Una tarde fresca, un sol agonizante, un gran silencio y el agua mansa que me deja ver una raya en contacto con las rocas llenas de lapas... todo eso que empieza a latir, eso que me intriga y no quiero del todo entender, empieza a crearse en un lienzo suave, al palpitar un punto, a cada ola una hoja, a cada canto una flor y a cada día una raya que se acerca como musa. Mis días en las bahías de mi pueblo"

Acrylic on canvas

60cm x 80cm

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" The sea is so strange in the afternoons, as if it got tired during the day from playing so much, so strange that it begins to show me part of the creatures that inhabit it. A cool afternoon, a dying sun, a great silence and the calm water that allows me to see a line in contact with the rocks full of barnacles... all that begins to throb, that intrigues me and I don't want to fully understand, begins to be created on a soft canvas, by beating a point, at each wave a leaf, at each song a flower and each day a ray that approaches like a muse. My days in the bays of my town"

Edwin Fierros Studio Art



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