Yesterday a friend shared with me that she’s recently taken up painting, and that she’s “learning and loving it.” (how cool is THAT?!) She further revealed that she’d really like to shadow me at my easel — and that reminded me that over the past few months I've taken...
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saturday grace: secretly, joyfully, clearly ~ crane painting, ii
I was cruising along on I-25 and had just crossed back into New Mexico when somewhere between Raton and Springer something way overhead caught my eye: Wait... what is that? Dozens and dozens of birds, gliding at an impossible altitude. What ARE they?.... I had never...
new for you, each saturday morning ~ honoring grace
One of my great joys in recent years has been observing, learning about, and following Grus canadensis — the Sandhill cranes. I’ve written a good deal about these beautiful beings — here and here — and how I’ve come to love them. Some people feel a kinship to certain...
under the spell of new mexico gold
Something magical has been spreading across New Mexico this September… I’ve never seen anything quite like it. And I’m not the only one stunned by it. I go out each evening to walk and find, despite distressing world news, I’m smiling. And there’s...
heartache turned to beauty turned to giving: own a limited edition philmont print
Chances are you were glued to your computer those first days of June, desperate for more news of Philmont and the Ute Park Fire. If you were able to sleep at all, likely you went to bed each night with nausea in your belly, and your head pounding with anxiety....
we interrupt this summer to bring you….
pathways.... and waterways... and walkways .... we interrupt this summer to share meals… meditation… direction.... and glimpses of yesteryear.... ... to share the welcoming of shelter ..... ...
painting my way back to philmont….
Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly...
why we leave new mexico….
Every June I leave New Mexico .... and I go to Oregon... I make this annual journey from the parched mesas of the Southwest to the crashing waves of the Pacific Northwest in order to sleep. My annual pilgrimage to seaside slumber began...
when painting isn’t fun anymore…and getting over it
I work well under pressure. I like deadlines and due dates. At least that's what I've always thought. I remember a few years ago getting ready for a solo show of my abstract/textual landscapes and, just a couple of weeks before the show opening, I realized with...
what do you call a gathering of 1000+ painters?
I don't think I've ever witnessed 1000+ painters gathered together under one roof before. Certainly I've never been one of 1000+ painters gathered together under one roof before! But that's exactly where I recently found myself, when I attended a convention of...