Thank you, Wikipedia.
Torres Mazatlan is littered with palapas…in a good way. There's one for dining, one for the bar, one for beach towels, one for tour arranging, one for painting ceramics and a very special one for 30 or 60 minute heavenly massages. As a matter of fact, it's where I had my first-ever massage 11 years ago!
Aaaaanyway. The grounds of the resort are lush with tropical foliage of all shapes and sizes. Pathways of peachy concrete tile link the various locales. Someone familiar with it would know right away I took some liberties here, but that's all part of composing a compelling story with paint. Like my other paintings, the shadows play a starring role. appearing cool and green-blue on the warm grass and walkway. The path and shadow draw the eye to the lightest, though not brightest, element: the breeze-brushed curtains of the Massage Palapa.