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Cuahtemóc Mountains envelope Plautdietsch banking billboards carved against the desert backdrop of northern Mexico. Ice white Mennonite blondes serve pizza– rich cheese and ranch palaces dominate a land of bare branch winter apple trees where Tarahumaras beg at traffic lights, cloaked in worn tradition primary colours against gravel… Ancke, or Marike, was not the girl I had imagined, the waitress, forbidden to talk to men [my uncle said] except to take orders, her Spanish rough and accented rounded and sliced in ways different to mine. Her words an efficiency, a stubbornness of five generations a colony, a desert island on this highway leaving Cuauhtémoc enveloped in faraway lyrics - in Europe in America - in the like me – not from here, but home. JACK LITTLE Kelly Boyle As an artist I am free to create my own life force. Crafting spontaneous drawings using ballpoint pens, they capture the essence of the moment in its truest form. I draw in all situations but happiest when at gigs, generally in a meditative state, each pen stroke produced in time with the beat. The eyes are the soul of my work; they give it life, enabling me to passionately connect with each piece. The emotion of the faces represents my emotion at the time they’re created. I believe that everything we see, feel or have around is balanced by contrast. There are multiple contrasting factors in my work, whether it is colours, patterns or shapes. My basic artistic concept is always to achieve balance over perfection. For more information see her website http://www.kellyboyle.co.uk/