In 1923 a little train ran from Guadalajara, Mexico, to Chapala, but only twice a week. One of those excursions carried two young Americans, trained at the Art Institute of Chicago, to the small village to paint. Red-tiled roofs on pale pastel houses bordering a great silvery lake greeted the two. In the next four years the lives of the artists--and the bride one lured south from California--pulsated to the beat of a Mexico few Americans knew. This sprightly memoir by one of those young painters captures the tone and spirit of their adventures. Everett Gee Jackson's keen eye and...
In 1923 a little train ran from Guadalajara, Mexico, to Chapala, but only twice a week. One of those excursions carried two young Americans, trai...
When artist Everett Jackson and his young wife, Eileen, crossed the border from Mexico in 1927 after he had painted there for four years, they realized that Mexico had bewitched them. Never again would they see life quite the same way as the Americans around them, and never would they be able to stay out of Mexico for more than a few months at a time. Almost immediately upon settling in San Diego, where he would teach art and she would write a newspaper column, they began making painting trips back into Mexico. At first they explored the remote, unsettled areas in the border state of...
When artist Everett Jackson and his young wife, Eileen, crossed the border from Mexico in 1927 after he had painted there for four years, they realize...
