NOMAD DREAMING

It’s early morning and the chocolate scent of the Southwest native wildflower Berlanderia lyrata greets me as I arrive at the Abó site of Pueblo Salinas Missions National Monument in central New Mexico, not far from the little town of Mountainair. At the end of August I will be bringing the 6th Avenue Khadi Wala hand block printed cloth to a new (to me) community as an art vendor at the Mountainair Sunflower Festival. I have been feeling a need to learn more about the area,

…these fragments I have shored against my ruin…” T.S.Eliot in The Waste Land, 1922 Small Vessel With Bird 1, a recent very small fabric, glass bead and shell sculpture of mine is currently on exhibition at the Manzano Mountain Art Council gallery in Mountainair, New Mexico, selected to be part of the Threads exhibition running until Octoberish of this year, I think. Most of the materials for the piece come from my vast ragbag, from old homemade clothes and fabric scraps left

There are a myriad things I love about living in this enchanted desert. Monsoon mornings are one of them. Days are once again sultry, sweaty and buzzy with bugs. Clouds form, big and puffy rumbling with thundery promise. Though some nearby places have been devasted by roiling floods, in this little piece of northern Chihauhauan desert those heavy clouds seldom deliver more than a spatter of raindrops. Sometimes one sees charcoal smudges of virga - when the sky releases rain b

…Looks like freedom, but it feels like death It's something in between, I guess It's closing time (closing time, closing time, closing time)… Route 66, the Mother Road, draws a semi diagonal across the United States linking Chicago in the east to Los Angeles in the west. Along with the unUnited States enduring a sweltering, stormy, sun burned and somewhat battered and weary 250th birthday, Route 66 claims to celebrate its centennial this year. Since I live in one of the state