There was a small herd of horses pastured on the four acres in front of my house. They were rather skittish at first but, slowly, we got to know each other. Then, in the middle of a blizzard, a little one was born. I saw her with her mama just after the sun came up.
being an artist
Art Discovered in Silence
I spent untold hours walking this road, in silence so pure I heard ravens’ wings cutting through the air above me. It was here, in the depth of this old forest, high up on the mountainside, where I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done before.
What Robert Motherwell Said…
The landscape introduced me to those who came before: the ancients who lived high on the mountain above the timberline; the Comanche crossing from the plains over the peaks; and the Spanish colonists who carved their village out of this forbidding soil.
Living a Life of Abstraction
I create my paintings under the profound influence of the rich tradition of those who went before me. I understand, now, that these works were only made possible by the sacrifices of cultural revolution—by great artists who courageously broke new ground.
What Does It Mean to be an Artist?
My life demands something of me: Not that I be fearless but that, if I am afraid, I face it. It asks me to stand in the self-doubt and the fear, to get comfortable there, to know I am human and this is part of it, to have compassion.
Trusting the Process of Life
I wish for all of us the pursuit of our dreams and the blessing of parents who grant them; to BE the parents who grant them, and the friends who support them. May we all live within our greatest possibilities and trust the process of life.
Day Trip
The trip was filled with ghosts and they or the land, or both, gripped my soul on this sunny New Mexico day when Kim and I journeyed back in time and experienced the conceived utopia of another era and a sense of the lives lived within it, in old houses and on ancient land.