On June 12, 2016, a gunman shot and killed 49 people and injured 58 others who were enjoying a night out dancing on Latin Night at Pulse Nightclub. Pulse was a cherished LGBTQIA+ nightclub which was safe and inclusive. It symbolized the power of community and of a chosen family. At the time the shooting was the largest mass murder in America. Americans have a love affair with guns and mass murdering one another.
The onePulse Foundation put out a call for architect firms to create a memorial at the site. There were 68 international submissions. The Orange County History Center showed models of the submissions and a winner was picked. The winning submission was beautiful. Unfortunately, the onePulse Foundation did not have the funds needed to create the memorial and a planned museum. The foundation folded and the City of Orlando stepped in, purchased the property and spearheaded a new plan for the memorial.
All the early plans for memorials had preserved the Pulse building and incorporated it into the memorial plans. The City of Orlando decided instead to tear down the building. The budget for the planned Pulse memorial is 12.6 million dollars. The Orlando City Council is scheduled to vote on October 12, 2026 to approve construction with Gomez Construction Company.
The plans approved by the One Pulse Foundation were abandoned. The new plans were designed by Borrelli and Parteners and Gomez Construction. The design milestones were set with an advisory committee and community feedback. The new memorial seems to mimic many aspects of the features of the winning design. The memorial is slated to open in the second half of 2027.
The memorial will feature a water wall featuring the names of the 49 victims. There will be a reflections pool positioned over a portion of the original nightclub dance floor. There will be an Obelisk using a salvaged breach wall of the club and recycled concrete from the original building. There will be a walkway with canopy columns honoring each of the 49 victims.
I sketched at Pulse shortly after it was torn down. The cranes were still working moving the rubble. Florida Governor Ron DeSantis insisted that the Florida Department of Transportation (FDOT) had to paint over a rainbow crosswalk that was established at the nightclub site. When that happened Orlando citizens decided to chalk the rainbow back in place. It is not illegal to place chalk on pavement since it is not permanent. Each time the crosswalk was chalked, FDOT would wash or paint away the chalk. On the day I sketched it was day 223 of the battle to keep the rainbow on the crosswalk. Since the Nightclub was being demolished and the memorial has yet to be built, this is the only memorial that remains for the 49 lives lost. Petty politics continued to railroad the Orlando communities grief.

Stella P. Alberaéz Tascón was hiking northbound over 107 miles along the Appalachian Trail going through Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. I joined her for the final 13 miles after I returned from the 75th Infantry Division Reunion in Texas. I was hiking with her when she reached the northern terminus of the park.
Stella Arbelaéz Tascón was hiking northbound over 107 miles along the Appalachian Trail going through Shenandoah State Park in Virginia. I joined her for the final 13 miles after I returned from the 75th Infantry Reunion in Texas. I was hiking with her when she reached the northern terminus of the park.
Stella Arbelaéz Tascón was hiking northbound over 107 miles along the Appalachian Trail going through Shenandoah National Park in Virginia. I joined her for the final 13 miles after I returned from the 75th Infantry Division Reunion in Texas. I was hiking with her when she reached the northern terminus of the park.
After passing out of the Shenandoah Park she wanted to keep hiking to give me a felling for what it is like to be a through hiker on the trail. She had me bring her some hiking boots to replace the trail runners she was wearing because the tread had worn off. We trans versed some very boulder strewn areas and the extra tread would be lifesaving.
The problem was that the old hiking shoes that I had brought along started to break down. The glue holding the soul of the shoe in place gave way turning the hiking boots into flip flops. I had tape wrapped around the handle of the hiking poles I was using so we were able to tape the soul in place for the day. This wasn’t a workable long term hiking solution.
We decided to cut the hike short as her toes were starting to get bruised from the boots that were now too small. When you hike a lot, your feet expand. I had boots that were a size 12 but when I got a new pair to wear to the Appalachian trail I ended up getting a size 13. My feet are expanding as I slowly shrink.
We started doing day hikes from the car. Mount Marshall was a day hike for us rather than part of a through hike. We made our way to the summit over several hours then took our time painting for a couple of hours and It was a pleasant way to spend the day without the stress of hiking far enough to find water and a camping spot. Stella kept apologizing but I was having a blast. It was so fun to explore the beauty of nature with a talented artist friend.
I haven’t painted with gouache for years. I had a tiny travel sized palette and the main problem came from trying to mix the paint without getting it too dirty on the palette. Part of me wanted to treat the paint like watercolor while the other part of wanted to treat the paint like oils. In general, the paintings turned out darker than the usual watercolors I do. Bees kept buzzing around me to the point of distraction. I wanted to swipe at them but didn’t want to make them angry.
Stella found a nice shady spot near the rocks to paint from while my spot back near the trees soon was blasted with sunlight. I got a sunburn on my left arm and on my neck. I resisted my love affair with line, but in the end I started redrawing back into the painting. Stella had a nice set up where her palette was attached to her painting. I want to replicate that some day for my set up.
I made a mess and I hope I learned from my mistakes. I intent to paint more often on location using gouache.

While walking around downtown Orlando around the start of the 5pm rush hour, I passes Art2 where Electric Delaney performed on her electric guitar. She was just setting up her music stand and little speaker when I arrived.
The first Air B&B I stayed in while I was trying to figure out where to settle in Orlando was in Thornton Park. The place I stayed in was o the third floor and looked down Washington Street towards Lake Eola. When I looked the opposite way I could see Falcon bar and Gallery a block away. While walking around the neighborhood, I decided to stop at Cavo’s Bar and Kitchen across the street so I could get a sketch of the Falcon Bar and Gallery. The mural on the side of the building had been done years a go and the paint was starting to fade. The image of a woman hugging a swan seemed iconic at the time.
While hiking with Stella Arbelaéz Tascón, we stopped at the Gravel Springs Hut which is a shelter on the Appalachian Trail in Shanandoah State Park in Virginia. While Stella was hiking the trail alone a week before, events transpired here which resulted in her decision to take time off from the hike and stay in a hostel. The story is hers to tell, so I will not relate it here. She shared her story on an Appalachian Trail Community Forum and the comments from many hikers were both supportive and vicious. That one tread said so much about the human condition.
A small sign on the Appalachian Trail in Virginia marked the end of Stella’s 107 mile hike northbound through the Shenandoah National Park. She wanted to continue hiking north to my Prius for my sake to give me a greater idea of what it was like to hike in the wilderness for many days. Her hiking trail runner shoes had no treads making them treacherous to wear over rocky and slippery terrain. She asked me to pick up an old pair of hiking shoes from her Florida home which I did. She switched to wearing her old hiking boots for the final 13 miles. Her feet must have grown since the last time she hiked in those old boots. Her toes kept pressing against the front of the boots making her feet ache. She actually developed a bruise on her big toenail. On top of that the souls of the shoes started flapping open like flip flops. We had to tape the heal to the boot using duct tape. The patch worked, but it would not last long. We both decided to stop the hike and explore the park by driving to locations that she had seen earlier on her hike that would make good painting subjects. I was happy that we would have more time to paint together.