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August 14th, 2014

 

No, it's not a new thing... Blogging. Being a blogger. A bloggie. But up until today, exactly at this moment, it was never my thing.

But then there is this other thing. This... I'd like the world to see my art, thing. Sure, I am on facebook and I have a website and occasionally I hand my card to someone who will probably never go to either places. But that just doesn't seam to be enough these days, does it. I NEVER ever ever wanted to get to a place where I was bogged, or blogged, down by technology. Who can keep up with facebook, instagram, twitter, pininterest, linkedin, vine, and the thirty other sites I'm clearly missing and probably mis-spelling. I'm not savy with this sort of thing. But its important right?

So this is my goal, my intention, my committment. I will BLOG! For at least a year. I will share with you my art, my process, my inspiration, my frustrations, my successes and my failures. For a year. I will share with you my sketches, my scouting trips, my piles of trash. For a year. And after that I will share with you if it was worth it.

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I will sit here with my computer, my adorable lady pencil holder, my doggie under my feet... and give it a shot. So here goes....

Posted August 14, 2014 16:53

Calendar May 3, 2012 18:45

I live in a city. They call it a city, but I would highly disagree. I have lived in cities before. Seattle is a city. Denver is a city. This place is a collection of strip malls, parking lots, 99 cent stores, free standing homes with garages as the welcome mat, closed off yards and dogs. Endless potholes and dirty, dusty, desert streets and  many sad faces. And way to many cars. None the less, I live here.

I truely dislike this place and have fallen in love with it.

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It is about scale. The either very large or very small places are what capitvate me with this town and the region. The faded green paint on the oversized steps of a barrio home. A courtyard with trees, music, margaritas and friends in a forgotten neighborhood. The expansive sky. The isolated walk along a path cutting through the heart of this City. The standing strong and proud saguaro against the thousands that keep it company. The quick escape to the wilderness that this region offers. Standing on a roof watching the storms roll in. Standing on a cliff watching the trees breath miles below. Sitting in my yard feeling the peace of my little micro-climate.

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I love this place.

 

Posted May 3, 2012 18:45

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“The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.”
Marcel Duchamp

 

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