Isabro seemed to embody the spirit of what used to be, bearing history and the generations, in his bones. He was of this place. He was ancient and he was a child. A force of nature.
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Is There More to Tell? An Artist’s Journey from Realism to Abstraction
A reader presented an idea this morning. She asked if I would consider incorporating some of my paintings into the blog and talk about my process. I’ve touched on it in some earlier posts, but her question stirred something else inside me. I took this with me out on our morning’s walk just ahead of a storm. Was there more to tell?
So You Think Artists Are Lazy?
I didn’t paint for 26 years after college, where I was a painting and drawing major and a printmaking minor. Coming back to painting took a tremendous commitment and no small amount of effort.
Giving Birth to Art
This is where the abstracts were born. They waited years to show themselves—until I came to New Mexico, where the mountain scooped me up and held me in her deep, cool, embrace.
Transitions and the Place Between
A birthing was taking place and my paintings reflected all of it—the growth, the pain and the confusion.
An Uncomfortable But Compelling Push-Pull
That first visit to Truchas changed my art forever. Something about it pushed me into full-blown abstraction. I went home to Utah and painted my first abstract show titled, Soul Fire: A Journey Home
New Mexico Isn’t for Sissies
This is one of my first Truchas paintings. I was quite happy with it. But when a local artist said it looked like wallpaper, I had my first glimpse of raising the bar.