Brown Violetear Hummingbird

This uncommon hummingbird, a Brown Violetear, makes its home near Alambi, Ecuador. His only spots of color are the violet on the sides of his head and the splash of green turning to blue turning to violet at his throat. Capturing all colors at the same time is a rare event... almost as uncommon as seeing the hummingbird itself!

This uncommon hummingbird, a Brown Violetear, makes its home near Alambi, Ecuador. His only spots of color are the violet on the sides of his head and the splash of green turning to blue turning to violet at his throat. Capturing all colors at the same time is a rare event… almost as uncommon as seeing the hummingbird itself!

Dancing in Tigua

The workspace of Julio Toaquiza.

The workspace of Julio Toaquiza.

It started decades ago with a single folk artist – Julio Toaquiza. The men in his village had a long tradition of painting masks and drums. An art dealer in Quito asked Julio to paint on a flat surface and a new school was born. Today, there are several families and several generations painting in the “naif” style of Tigua – bright and colorful compositions that portray the agricultural lifestyle of the local population. Many of my favorites include the Volcano Cotopaxi, llamas roaming the hillsides with shepherd in tow, women spinning wool outside their homes, and condors flying high above it all. The best paintings include a little of everything so that each time you look, you see a new detail.

Three books from the Toaquiza family.

Three books from the Toaquiza family.

My first introduction to Julio Toaquiza was via his family in Quito. His son, Gustayo, and family run a small stand at the artisan’s market in the Mariscal. They sell Julio’s book, Julio’s Dreams, which is in many ways an autobiography. It is full of colorful depictions of his life story and includes dreams that changed his life. The book is written in three languages, his native Quichua, Spanish and English. And his sons have followed suit. Two have written books of their own, The Condor Who Fell in Love by Alfonso Toaquiza and The Story of the Wolf by Gustayo Toaquiza. The family also sells work by other artists from Tigua. I remember them well because I visited several times before finally buying the three books. After repeated visits and finally a purchase, we had developed somewhat of a relationship.

This past weekend, we knew we would be driving through Tigua and I was excited to visit the local gallery and make a purchase from one of the local artists in the very place that inspires them to paint. I was warned by a friend that the paintings would be expensive. In Quito, we paid $100 for an 11×15 inch painting that is of bright enamel on sheep hide. The painting is signed on the front by the artist and has details of the work written on the reverse of the hide. I’ve since learned that the price may reflect the artist’s current residence in Quito though he was born in Tigua. Art work in Tigua itself could cost much more.

An example of Tigua art purchased at the Mariscal Artisans Market.

An example of Tigua art purchased at the Mariscal Artisans Market.

Reverse side of artwork bought at the Mariscal Artisans Market.

Reverse side of artwork bought at the Mariscal Artisans Market.

The only prominent sign in town that advertises a gallery led us to a large building with a single open room full of paintings, masks, and other artisan products from several people in the community. Many of the paintings are stunning but we found something lacking in this room. The paintings were very expensive, as expected, and the salesman, a local artist himself, could speak about individual artists but his heart wasn’t in the sales. Two of the paintings I was interested in buying weren’t even for sale. One was so unique because it was of our own President, Barack Obama. His image painted in the folk art style of Tigua is something I never imagined I would see. The second painting included the easily recognized lake in the crater of Quilatoa, its turquoise blue water drawing my eye to heart the painting.

As we left the gallery, I was feeling a little lost. With my camera, I started to take pictures of the town spread across the hillside and noticed another small sign advertising local works of art. We decided to give it a go. This small gallery was run by two women, one who walked right up to us and shook our hands in welcome. She was very happy to have us visit. The art work in this small room was of lesser quality… we could tell that the artists were still learning. But there were gems hidden among the rough and we found two paintings of birds tucked away in a corner that we purchased. They were not works from Tigua nor were they paintings that were on hide stretched on a frame but they were unique nonetheless.

The photo that led us across the street in Tigua.

The photo that led us across the street in Tigua.

I was prepared to leave town without the work of art we had hoped to find. So imagine my surprise when we saw one more small gallery across the street, tucked next to the larger cooperative. A half door greeted us – locked so that we couldn’t enter but open at the top so that we could see inside into a room lit only by a single window and the half open door. We could see a work in progress in the best lit part of the room. A small boy appeared and, without a word, worked on the lock holding the door closed. When he managed to figure it out, we all entered. Our young guide smiled at me when I asked if he was the local artist and he said in a quiet voice, “No. Es mi abuelito,” his grandfather. He led us around and I noticed the books we had purchased in Quito. We had stumbled into the workshop and gallery of Julio Toaquiza and were talking to his grandson.

The gallery space of Julio Toaquiza and sons.

The gallery space of Julio Toaquiza and sons.

Julio with his drum and pipe.

Julio with his drum and pipe.

Julio Toaquiza and his grandson, Danny.

Julio Toaquiza and his grandson, Danny.

Julio's Second Dream - in the form of a painting and in his book.

Julio’s Second Dream – in the form of a painting and in his book.


Julio must of heard us talking and asking many questions of his grandson, Danny, because a few minutes later he joined us in the room. We were able to come to a price on a painting of his second dream, the one where he flies over the city of BaƱos with a guide who tells him “Julio, take this staff I’m giving you, so you can work and lead the community.” Part of the joy of making this purchase was hearing Julio tell us about the painting. That direct connection with the artist cannot be replaced and Julio seemed to have a natural understanding of the exchange. After we conducted business, he wanted to share another talent with us and proceeded to pick up a huge drum and a small pipe so that he could play music for us. His grandson Danny started to dance and made his way toward me. His abuela, who had joined us to help wrap our purchase, told me to dance alongside, so I did. A small boy from Tigua and a gringa visiting from far away danced to the music of an artist. It’s a memory that will live with me forever.