The Creative Cabo.

The Cabo to Gata seems to attract a lot of highly talented graffiti artists and there are many striking images to be found in the strangest places. This is especially true of Rodalquilar with its large number of ruined miner’s cottages and the strange deserted buildings of the old goldmine.

I’m often puzzled as to how the artists managed to decorate some of the harder to reach parts of the goldmine!

This area has inspired creativity for a long time. A great many films have been made around here, e.g. Lawrence of Arabia, Indiana Jones, as well as many westerns. Film buffs can follow the “rutas del cine” and see the places where various scenes were shot.
In Almeria city there is a statue to John Lennon who wrote his song “Strawberry Fields” while staying there when taking part in the making of the film, How I Won the War.

Sounds of the Cabo.

One of the most distinctive sounds of the Cabo de Gata is the ringing of goat bells.  It is a haunting sound that carries a long way across the quiet valleys and hills and it always fills me with a strange, achingly painful happiness.

There are three herds of goats and sheep in this area so we come across them almost every day grazing by the roadsides, in the fields or on the hillsides, on the cliffs and the dunes by the seashore.  Once it was terrifying when we were out on the cliffs and we saw two young billygoats headbutting each other on the edge of a sheer drop down on to the rocks below!

In this short video clip you can hear both goat bells and the blustery wind that is another common sound of the Cabo:

They are always accompanied by their shepherd and at least one dog - often two.  The shepherds live closely with their animals.  In Rodalquilar, there are two shabby old houses on smallholdings, both with a goat shed standing right beside them where the goats and sheep are penned at night.  The animals are kept for their milk which is turned into cheese – the land here is too poor for dairy cattle so all the cheese comes from goats or sheep.

Other common sounds of the Cabo are the calling of the crested larks that we see everywhere in the countryside, the constant cooing of the collared doves flying about San José (I have seen as many as ten at a time roosting together on a rooftop), and the hypnotic sound of the sea.

ART IN THE EVERYDAY

Besides the professional artists, creativity can be found everywhere in less formal ways, such as these painted gates in Rodalquilar:

And painted agave stalks:

Ephemeral art is constructed on the beaches, at Playa el Playazo:

And at Cala del Carnaje:

While there is the general run-of-the-mill graffiti about, there are some really striking images to be found, such as this face:

Art on the Cabo

The Cabo de Gata attracts a wide number of artists; painters, sculptors, writers.  The constantly changing light on both the land and the sea provides never ending inspiration; the dazzling sunlight and vibrant colours can change in an hour to an eery mist that turns the hills into the magical landscape of a fairytale.

Here in San José our resident artist is Laura Quintana who has a studio near the port as well as one in Almeria.  Originally from Madrid, she fell in love with the ever-changing light and colour of the Cabo and has lived and worked in the area for nine years.

Her work beautifully recreates the vivid seascape and landscape of the Cabo.

The village of Rodalquilar, where we stayed last year, has a number of resident artists and writers, and has transformed itself into a living art gallery, Rodalquilarte.  This year a number of new works of art have been displayed on the walls of the houses and shops.  This gorgeous cat is by Lola Monterreal.

The names of all the artists involved in Rodalquilarte:

 Here are some more of my favourites:

BLACK REDSTART

One of the most common birds here is the black redstart, with a black head, dark grey back and wings, enlivened by a white stripe on the wings and a bright red tail.  We see them everywhere in the countryside and there is one who visits the garden outside our house every morning.  Here are some photos I took through the kitchen window:

I don't have any poetry for this bird in my booklet by Juan José Trujillo Reyes so I've written a couple of lines myself:
"in flight you flaunt your bright red petticoat with its white lace edging
that peeks beneath the black skirt of your wings as you pose upon the stone"