High Road Artist

Working Artist on the High Road to Taos

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First Snow

We went from a sunny day in the 60’s yesterday to snow today! It’s SNOWING! Although it shows no signs of sticking much or hanging around, I have to admit it makes me a little nervous. It’s such an interesting thing that, although I live where we have snow all winter and this is my […]

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Art For the Village

Brian Flowers, a painter/sculptor living in Ojo Sarco, one village up from Truchas, had an opening at Hand Artes Gallery here in Truchas the other night. I don’t know how many of you have lived in small towns before but the very fact of their size makes the experience of living in one intimate. We […]

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Disparate Pieces

dis.pa.rateAdjective: Essentially different in kind; not allowing comparison.Noun: Things so unalike that there is no basis for comparison. When stating what he most loves about being a gallerist and, really, about life itself, Bill Franke, owner of Hand Artes Gallery in Truchas, says that it is bringing disparate art forms, people and philosophies, together and […]

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Honoring Traditions

My friend, Sheila O’Malley, is a working artist living in Taos, which is an hour’s drive from Truchas. While she does much of her work plain air in the New Mexico landscape (and sometimes on my land as in these outdoor photos), she also has a wonderful studio in Taos. Sheila admires the work of […]

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My Neighbors

The pastures around my house get rented out to people for grazing through the spring, summer and fall. One morning I awoke to three mares and their three colts pastured right next to me. They were a constant joy. The little ones played all day until they couldn’t play anymore. Then they would collapse in […]

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The Farmer’s Mantra

My friend, Bill Loyd, is a sculptor and bell maker. I was going to write about him for the blog but then I went to his website and re-read his Farmer’s Mantra. I couldn’t possibly introduce you to Bill in a better way than in his own words so, with his permission: “Growing up on […]

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New Life on the Llano

When I first moved here the small herd of horses I ended up caring for (see previous post Coming to New Mexico) was pastured on four acres in front of my house and their people lived elsewhere. That December brought several early snowstorms and one of these was in its second day. My Jeep had […]