But something vital I’ve come to know is this: no matter how hard it is to hold on sometimes, we are not disposable. Our selves, our dogs, our relationships, are not to be shunted aside when they become too difficult.
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The Miracle That Is Kathleen Ramsay, Part 1
Ramsay’s wild patients represent the untamed world we’re running out of space for. So she takes them deeper into the mountains and forests, back to where she hopes the sweep of time may forget them.
The Miracle of Kathleen Ramsay, Part 2
I was there when she handed a rehabilitated Great Horned Owl back to the man who had saved it, ready to be set free into the forest where it was found. I was present for the release of three fat, healthy bears—overhearing a Game and Fish officer note with immense satisfaction that “Ramsay always releases fat bears.”
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.
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.
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.
A World of Blue
I was living in a pale blue world. Sunlight cast shadows on the snow covered ground in just about every shade imaginable. Then there was the daylight sky with its muted cerulean expanses and white clouds, acequias frozen over with pastel ice. I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done.