Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial on the patio

Tom Waits on Memorial Day

Finally getting started on art making in my new studio (after a 6 month hiatus of family which is often poetry, and Spanish lessons which could be artful if only I were articulate. . .) --a neighbor said "a lot of chaos going on in there" and I suppose this is true: gesso, little girl dress, ruffle torn, a button off then on, needle, thread, black and white and color, and windy enough I feel like Dorothy.

Shut the window. Sweep up the desert dust. Print a few photos on archival paper (so they say), linen tape in water, a hinge lesson and not the one that did not keep my door knob from falling off. Afterall the building is 150 years old --forgiven. Tom Waits serenade and not even noon. Let the gesso dry. Contemplate the next layer on a walkabout in St. John's arroyo. Dorothy Stewart add on in homage. Orange poppy at the edge of the portal and wisteria greening upon the artists of el zaguan.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Midnight at the Oasis

Well it isn't midnight yet, and this photo was taken earlier, but now all I hear is my music and the crickets.

And so another day comes to an end here at El Z, awoke to sun shining, house guests leaving, greeting the neighbors throughout the day, some new faces, some old, fast friends, co-conspirators, alliances, challenges.

The idea of an art residency is nothing new, and still we have these groups of randomly selected eccentrics who will find themselves shoulder to shoulder, cast like actors in an impromptu play, we will find each other and we will find ourselves.