where art lives . . . .

  What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. ~ John Updike     Who doesn’t love venturing into an artist’s studio? Even I — myself an artist — love visiting other creative’s studios.     I delight in seeing the...

my hard new year heart

Walk along the Santa Fe River, and most of the year you’ll be walking in dust. Either that, or on pavement. I don’t know if its ever been a continually flowing stream, but I do know that human intervention has changed it considerably from what it once was....

returning to autumn in new mexico

I love Vermont and I miss it. Though not a physical resident, in the last couple of years I’ve become a resident of the soul of Vermont. I’ve so much more to reflect on and share about my long walk through the Green Mountain forests.   But I am a physical and...

painting among lovebirds, enemies & johnny depp

A week ago my pup and I hiked up to one of our favorite spots high in the forest above Santa Fe. Take one of the major thoroughfares, then turn off onto a well-used ‘unofficial’ trail; after a ways cross a meadow; make your way through the far evergreen grove and...

how a landscape painting evolves

It’s always a little amazing to me how a landscape painting evolves. Even though I’m intimately aware of the stages, it still surprises me every time when, in the end, I have something I can actually recognize and identify. Between the first dabs of paint...