Ruby Tuesday: Mexican Color


Think of walls used as a canvas



Big, bright swaths of color.
Ruby Tuesday.

Comments

Linnea said…
Beautiful! It could be a painting for my living room wall!
September 6, 2010 at 10:47 PM
Snooze said…
it looks interesting ... i wonder what the whole wall looks like.
My Ruby Redness
September 7, 2010 at 2:28 AM
Hootin Anni said…
Hmmmmmmm, is it graffiti? Wondering just what is on the entire 'canvas'.

Ruby Tuesday KACHINA DOLL
September 7, 2010 at 5:34 AM
Alan Burnett said…
Lovely colours - and textures.
September 7, 2010 at 5:36 AM
deb did it said…
what yummie layers....
September 7, 2010 at 6:04 AM
reg said…
I love this. I would have it in my home
September 7, 2010 at 7:24 AM
Anonymous said…
What Alan says!
September 7, 2010 at 12:21 PM
Carletta said…
Lovely 'abstract'!
Such vivid color.
You have a lovely blog!

Thanks for your visit. :)
September 7, 2010 at 1:44 PM
Felisol said…
Sun warm colors,from a place I'll probably never see in real life.
I have a Mexican pot in my garden with strange figures and vivid colors. It reminds me of Mexico.
Love thise sun urnt colors.
September 7, 2010 at 2:58 PM
Ralph said…
The tan is soothing, but lest we get bored, the bold ruby wakes us up! The texture (adobe or stucco, I never can tell :>) offers a wonderful depth, a wonderful mix of all on the canvas wall...
September 7, 2010 at 3:24 PM
reg said…
If large enough. I will buy it. Thanx for the visit to my site
September 8, 2010 at 7:54 PM
Jim said…
At first I thought this was ochre and red ochre. But I guess it is in the middle of paint time. Now that would be siesta time in Mexico.

I hope your RT was happy! Thank you for peeking in on my red sail boat.
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September 10, 2010 at 12:25 AM
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