Today we celebrated. We got to the gallery, the three of us, Anna, Bill and I, and set all the lights in all the rooms. And just as Bill was finishing up some wiring, before we’d had a chance to put away the tools and the bulbs, before our OPEN sign was even up, our […]
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Art Inspires Art
I have just finished reading River of Traps–A New Mexico Mountain Life, by William deBuys, and I am becoming aware that this work has found its way into my work. I’ve been painting a couple of series for about a year and a half now—much longer than any series I’ve ever done. They are my […]
Gallery Hopping In Santa Fe 2
As promised, Anna (previous post The Old Adobe Church, the Wolf and Survival) and I headed down the mountain once again to take you on a short tour of Santa Fe galleries (see the first gallery tour in the previous post Gallery Hopping In Santa Fe). We started our day downtown at Evoke Contemporary because […]
Art Opening at Hand Artes Gallery, Truchas, NM
There was a wonderful opening at Hand Artes Gallery here in Truchas this past Saturday (see previous post Disparate Pieces). The subject of the show was the nude and its title, “Nude Year 2011: Voices of the Body,” expressed very well the great mix of art from several local artists including Anna Karin, Terry Gates, […]
Ode to the Peaks
Last night while reading William deBuys’ wonderful book, The Walk, I came upon his passages about the mountains—specifically, about the peaks. That would be Trampas, Jicarilla, Sheepshead, North Truchas, Middle Truchas and, finally, South Truchas Peaks. I see, from my land, from my windows, Truchas Peaks. They form the basis from which I live. They […]
Gallery Hopping In Santa Fe
How many of you know that Santa Fe trades places with New York City every year between being the second and third largest art market in the world? It’s true. Paris is always number one. I had no idea before coming here. I also thought Santa Fe was a western art town. I couldn’t have […]
A New Day Dawning at the Taos Pueblo
As I approached the Taos Pueblo it was -13 degrees and dark. Venus hung high in the sky, above a crescent moon. The sun would be rising soon and I was arriving for the 7AM Turtle Dance on New Years Day. Bernadette and Robert’s son, Pollen and Shell’s brother, AJ, was dancing today. He’s been […]