Saturday, June 27, 2020


Our Mato Grosso séjour was never intended to be a long-term commitment. The plan was to stay just long enough to supervise the arrival of equipment and crew essential to my father’s ambitious project and, in doing so, earn enough to finance the start of our new life in San Antonio, Paraguay,

It didn’t take long for reality, including predatory insects, to demonstrate with blinding clarity that neither Reg or I were cut out for such a venture and, in the extremely unlikely prospect that the project would actually materialise, it would demand many years, a huge work force and non-stop injections of cash. By letter and by phone we pointed out the disappointing facts to my father and he agreed that we’d be better off pursuing our Paraguay dream. I say “our” but it was really MY dream, based on vague memories of a carefree childhood in the wild plus a vague desire to escape the dictates of ‘civiization’, a vague desire shared by Reg.

I’ve written in detail about the Paraguay episode (1958 to 1962) online which you may already have seen starting hereFor now, I’ll just add some more photos.

Arroyo Guazu. Ink on paper. NdA, San Antonio, Paraguay.

This was the fast-flowing creek which separated the Quinta Recalde (renamed Quinta San Gabriel) our home, from the village of San Antonio. It was also where the village women did their laundry while their kids played. When it rained the creek became a roaring torrent and was impossible to cross.
Cattle Market, San Antonio. NdA. Acrylic.
Collection Museu del Barro, Asunciòn.

A British meat processing company was the major industry in the small village of San Antonio.

The Grandmother (Abuela). NdA. San Antonio, Paraguay.
Exhibited in the Sao Paulo Biennale 1961.

Collection Museo del Barro, Asunciòn.
Village Bus (Camion de Pasajeros), NdA, San Antonio Paraguay. Acrylic. Exhibited in the Saö Paulo Biennale 1961
Collection Museo del Barro, Asunciòn.

No, people didn't travel naked on the local bus but the crush of bodies, the heat and the down-to-earth atmosphere was what I wanted to get across.

Sabado en Calle Palma. NdA 1962.
(left with Galeria Boheme in Asuncion in 1962, Never returned, never seen again).

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