Ucross Art Residency Spring Attendance

I came to the residency with a folded piece of paper with my "How to" questions inked on it. Questions that I wanted to think about while working for a month in my Wyoming studio that overlooked the creek and the snowy hills. Questions in how to conduct myself as an artist, a woman, a humanist in these ambiguous times: How to be cerebral without intellectualizing? How to be spiritual but not religious? How to be intuitive but not sentimental? How to feel without emoting? How to be an observer without being an intruder? How to be kind without enabling? How to be ambitious without succumbing to narcissism? How to be motivated without being obsessed? How to forgive without becoming a doormat? How to be tolerant without justifying mediocrity? How to love without being submissive? How to be still without being petrified? How to be [...]

By | 2017-09-27T12:51:17+00:00 March 15th, 2017|

Sedona Summer Art Colony and Redreaming the World

Arriving at Sedona Summer Art Colony 2016 This July I was in the inaugural group of artists invited to the Sedona Summer Art Colony in the foothills of Sedona's Red Rocks. I arrived with a plan of how I would use this secluded month towards my upcoming art project. I had a Plan A, and if I had enough time I even had a Plan B. Needless to say these notions were out the window within 24 hours. I got swallowed whole. The vast landscape squashed my ego, my importance, my mind. The openness unshrouded the sky, leaving my head vulnerable to the heavens. My lungs strained wider for the indifferent dry air. My pale soft body mocked by the ancient red rock formations. Stupendous decaying boulder teeth protruding out of the Earth's skull. My identity dissolved into the abyss of the desert. Poof. Sedona [...]

By | 2017-09-27T12:52:20+00:00 August 8th, 2016|

The difference between things born and things made.

The difference between things born and things made: You see art that is made with deliberate effort and then you see art that is an effortless production of daily living. You see art materials that are still virgin from a shipping container from China and then you see art materials that have ripened and eroded slowly in the hands of the artist.

By | 2017-07-12T13:01:37+00:00 October 16th, 2015|

I am just making.

The following story was recorded in a Japanese teaching: Once there were three people who took a walk in the country. They happened to see a man standing on a hill. One of them said, "I guess he is standing on the hill to search for lost cattle". "No", the second said, "I think he is trying to find a friend who has wandered off somewhere". Whereas the third said, "No, he is simply enjoying the summer breeze". As there was no definite conclusion, they went up the hill and asked him. "Are you searching for strayed cattle?" "No", he replied. "Are you looking for your friend?" "No," again. "Are you enjoying the cool breeze?" "No", yet again. "Then why are you standing on the hill?" "I am just standing", was the answer. Sometimes I am just making. To make in the moment without the [...]

By | 2017-07-12T13:01:37+00:00 October 12th, 2015|

It is 5am.

My favorite hour in my studio. No phone. No bugging. No voices pulling me from my task. Just me and the dancing lies in my head. It is easier to slaughter the lie in the morning before it has time to camouflage itself during the day. The shortcomings in your art shows up in the morning light. Rosacea over canvas. No excuses, fix it.  

By | 2017-07-12T13:01:37+00:00 October 10th, 2015|