Studio

I’ve always had a studio in my adult life, and have come to appreciate the “solitary apart-ness” of such a place. Visitors may come in (or they could before Covid-19), of course…and are welcomed…BUT…the space is my space, arranged the way I want it, where I can work for hours, sit and stare, think. A […]

Found Objects

I’m mucking out my studio in earnest these days as December is underway…move out in December, move into new space in January…sorting, tossing…keep/save?  Dilemmas.  And slow because, as usual, thing have a way of popping up…Here’s Susan’s photo of 2018 when things were tidy for an Open Studio… but several exhibits later I’ve tossed through […]

Clifford Gleason and Bonnie Hull at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art

We are still hopeful that these two exhibits will see the light of day opening August 20th with no events or fanfare.  “We” includes the curator of both exhibits Roger Hull, and me.  Roger Hull has been working on the Clifford Gleason exhibit “Clifford Gleason: The Promise of Paint” (monograph of the same title due […]

Damn It

This would have been the Garden Tour day, Patrick’s wedding in Idaho, tomorrow the kids and the grands would have arrived for the summer.  The world would not be in turmoil and contaminated…if only…if only… So this post is for my reading group.  We are three…one in Denver, one in Santa Fe, and me.  We […]