To Build an Animal

My solo show "There Are Too Many" opens this Thursday at CORE Gallery! 

I've been posting progress shots steadily over on my instagram page, but wanted to do a round up here. Scroll down for a summary progress sequence of a few pieces from the show, followed by a link of the finished work. 

Very VERY happy with how the vision of all these came forth!

"Borrego Backslide"

"Steller's Slip"

 "Sumatra Shear"

 "Panthera Passing"

 "Pika Peril"

"Rhino Rapine"

The New Mexico Journals - The Earthships, and the End is the Beginning

NM Journal 5.20.16

Moonset this morn and moonrise tonite from the airport. In between I said farewell to my sweet dome then went to see the Earthships. So neat to see - especially the curvilinear design and recycled bottle patterns.

Hello Earthships

Then lunch was a return to Teseque village market where I had the most incredible chile relleno. I almost wanted to stay and sip the afternoon, but I also wanted to see the Tent Rocks.

I made it, rushed but enjoyed a good hike and saw some magical scenery. I almost walked over to the second hike (box canyon) but didn't think I had time. So I better back to ABQ to turn in my red dusted car and get to the airport only to discover at check in that my flight was delayed. I'd make my connection they said. Hmm.

Chilling and lounging at the airport was nice though. It's been a damn good trip. I've got anxiety about re-entry though - given the dreams the past 3 morns in a row. This morning was CoCA - that so much had happened while I was away that I was lost. (A giant art playground?) I've consistently woken at 4ish AM, lain awake for an hour then fallen back asleep only to have these dreams. Very strange to have such strong emotional dreams thrice in a row. I've never felt such a contrast of vacation to "real life" as I have at the end of this journey. 

What does it all mean? What does any of it mean? 

The New Mexico Journals - Taos

NM journal 5.19.16

I lay in bed this morn, feeling slow and restful and began to see figures in the mottled dome ceiling. A native woman with a bird sitting up in her hair with a warm smile, hugging an oversized anatomical heart. A young woman with her hair up in a bun, looking upwards and a circle over her heart. I'm in no hurry to head out to play tourist. Yoga and a tub soak and my yogurt and fruit. But I'm not even hungry yet so may drift awhile longer. Why not? It is vacation after all.

Who would have guessed - Turkish Coffee in Taos!

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Tonite i watched the light fade from the sky and reflected on the past week. This coming to end of vacation. Of magical "away". The draw of mountains and the promises they make.

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From sunset to moonset. The moon so bright as it sank to the horizon that it lit up a triangle above the door of the dome. Outside the mountains silhouetted with the glow of the coming dawn.

I woke with anxiety about going back. Of vacation coming to an end and "real" life commencing. This is my real life. Me, on my own. I can, and have been taking care of myself. I could continue. Or I could make a drastic choice of change.

The walls here are a foot thick. I don't want to leave. But I must. I also must try to get a few more hours of sleep...

The New Mexico Journals - Meow Wolf and Multidimensional Parallels, or Travel to Taos

NM journal 5.18.16

Farewell lovely Santa Fe Casita

A facebook comment reminded me of why I feel guilt every time I take a vacation. No matter how well I prep for it, no matter how much I run ragged prior. Not a nice thing to wake up to. Breathe and let it go dear. Breathe and let it go.
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Arrival Greeter at Meow Wolf

House of Eternal Return. About the power of creation. And the bonds of family. And multidimensional parallels. Discovery and play - all the adults who were playing. Elders even. The sense of joy and wonder prevalent.

Through the portal...

Loved seeing the plans and drawings at the end!

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Then, Taos. Of coming around a bend and into view of the Rio Grande Gorge. Of my Airbnb dome. Of driving around the town and closing a grocery store rather than going out. Of that great big bridge. And stopping by the brewery to pick up a growler since the grocery store sold none, of getting tipsy on beer and snacks in the dome. Of relaxing. More so than previous on this vacation. Of now, in the moonlight feeling unable to settle in despite earlier feelings. Energy and the moonlight.

Taos Mesa Brewing

Evening in the dome.