red paint studio in New Mexico

I thought watching someone I loved slowly die would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do. Watching a child suffer while we wait for science and research to uncover clues to a 20 yr chronic illness beats death ..hands down. Death is easy..living is hard. This of course brings me back to why I smile and nod when visitors engage themselves with my artwork..and then tell me "you must be having so much fun.."yeah..loads I want to say ..look closer I want to mention..but instead I know that I cannot divulge all that is not apparent.  A female...

 Sleeping with windows open most of the year has some drawbacks.. full moon brought coyotes out to hunt and yell...and I wonder what other creatures are awake and on alert. I'll see lots of little foot prints in the sand come morning.  A decent rain fell a few nights ago..and the desert willow sends out some last flowers for the hummingbirds. Are they just being kind? the trees I mean..kindness if given will be reciprocated and surprisingly not always in the way you'd expect. In the studio I'm working on landscapes with mostly sky and color. I've never been fond...

I find my mouth watering now when I smell the green chilies roasting along side the road and outside my little grocery store. It's such a New Mexican sign of fall even though it's still hot . I watch as the locals get a huge burlap bag full of the roasted green peppers and ask "what do you do with that many?" of course they look at me and smile like a teacher smiles at a stupid question. " Eat "em on everything..eggs, burritos, breakfast, dinner, chicken soup....yes yes yes..I like em..just not that much. Coyotes are out again at...

I start lists everywhere I am..to do lists with columns of "house" "work" and "other". My " good things" list is mostly a morning vocation and exists fleetingly in my head..and then..is gone. Good things Roadrunner  Hairy Woodpecker  Two grown rabbits light rain fell in night and rain barrel is full again  purple sage in bloom first Sandhill Cranes flying along the Rio Grande..migration has begun.  fish painting done for a friend When I was a kid and my parents would start a yelling match that I could not bear to witness ..I learned that nature and art could take...