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And so last night...a wild time in the old town dancing to Gary Farmer and the Troublemakers...
I know I am getting old. We got home at 11:30. It seemed like 3 in the morning...
1. Gary Farmer and band. 2. Great guitarist. 3. Gary. 4. Guitarist. 5. A friend from the past.6. Local yokels. 7. More.
One of the reasons I love New Mexico...the day after the storm and not a cloud in the sky...
I went with Ruth to see a lawyer yesterday about setting up a will just in case one of us croaks.
He is a very successful lawyer. His house and belongings demonstrated quite clearly money is not a problem for him. He had excellent taste and chose beautiful objects in his high-tech house. Out in the driveway was a Cadillac and a BMW. He was a very nice guy and I liked him.
I was not envious of his success or material wealth. In fact I was just admiring his great art work and the overall cohesiveness of style.
And then I got really jealous.
His two Mexican housemaids came in and began cleaning what was already an immaculate domain.
Yes, That really got to me.
DAMMIT, I WANT A MAID.
2nd Snowstorm of this season.
I am out in the studio trying to act like I am an artist.
So far I have not convinced myself, but that is the same dilemma as always.
It always amazes me about people who are absolutely convinced they are who they think they are.
I wish I could be so smug...
So...slowly I open my studio to the public.
Gander and Meander (white ducks) , Bowser (brown duck), Click and Cluck (brown hens), and Smokey the rooster...
Above is my happy little garden, with the local gardeners preparing the bed...hmmm, well at the moment it seems like a good idea, and all is going to plan---that is, the soil has a lot of compost in it and the water from the duck pond drains perfectly in the designated spot...
I don't plan on planting anything until mid April, so much left to discover about my farming possibilities.
Rowan and Geno returned from Africa. It is easy to see and hear they are more than happy to be back in America, for all it is, good and bad.
The short of it was they enjoyed Morocco, but Mauritania and Senegal just turned to be a king size adventure of uncertainty and hassle.
Well, that is always part of what makes travel exciting, but not day after day, week after week.
I could tell from Rowan's emails, she was counting the days until they came home, meaning she was more than ready for their vacation to end.
I am glad they are home too.
Nothing to do with that, but below are some photos of this old man and his dog taken by an artist friend.
1. Portrait by Java Linda. 2. Java Linda sees me and Gina. 3. My PhotoShop. 4. PhotoShop. 5. PhotoShop more.
A couple of weeks ago Java Linda came by and did a series portrait of me at the FREEFORALLARTWALL.
1-5. Saguaro and Ocotillo sculpture. 6. Albert at the Mine Shaft. 7. Chrissie, Geno and Rowan on the Galisteo. 8,9,12, 14, Day of Dead musicians at InCahoots Gallery. 10, 11, 13-17. Chrissie, Rowan, Geno and dogs on a walk down the Galisteo.
For some reason, recently I got interested in going to BURNING MAN. http://www.burningman.com/whatisburningman/2008/08_art_funded.html#mutopia
Above is one of the many links on the web site which is huge.
The main reason I find myself gravitating to the event is because my good old buddies back from days of northern California, Jim Bury and Ed Hanlon, have been going to it for years, and I think Jim has only missed it a couple of times...and of course Jim and Ed are there again this year.
I have not come to a sound conclusion yet, as first of all it is a long time away, (August, September) and it will cost a lot to get there, tickets, food, material, etc...
The one question I have is; do I really need this experience?
Well...I have to admit, the more I look into the web site, the more I realize BM is one of the worlds most incredible contemporary art events, and in truth some very first class world artists not only attend but create major installations.
Working on the sculptures I made last halloween....
1. Day of the Dead musicians being refitted for Ruth's shop. 2. On route ... 3. Tres hombres . 4. Me and dead. 5. The whole little yard at gallery.
This week a couple of things were special as far as our life goes...already mentioned was my small effort to get the garden underway.
1. Ducks and chickens who create the poo for the garden, and the poo-pond that successfully now drains into the garden. 2. The actual small garden area, at the moment just tilled and filled with organic deposits...
The other event...was seeing a mural in process.
Dropping in on old colleague Joe Stevenson http://www.roadtripamerica.com/murals/New-Mexico-Albuquerque.htm I got him in action with a master class in murals at the University of New Mexico.
1-7 Joe supervising students in creating mural in Popejoy Hall. 8. The working design.
Once again, I have begun digging a garden. It is an every year ritual, which usually means somewhere in the early summer I depart and that is the end of my farmer efforts.
Possibly this year it may be different, but for whatever it is worth I am doing it again, and at least this time I have got my mad plan to use the duck-pond water to flow to the spot I have picked.
The advantage of the duck-pond water is it is a natural organic liquid fertilizer. The ducks who are uncouth slobs do the doo-doo obviously in the soup this swim in, and after only three or four days it resembles a very thick pea soup slime...
Hmmm, the one thing I don't know yet is whether vegetables actually like duck-poo, and even if they do, what will the yummies taste like?
SCULPTURE TIME AGAIN
1-7 An old sculpture sold to my friend Dwight that I repaired a few weeks ago.
8-12 The ELK that a family bought for their gate pet.