Category: travel

Bigger Than Life

On Art and Culture, Showings, travel, wanderlust July 12, 2017

 

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I’m really excited today because I sent in my final polished file for a mural at the Doubletree Hotel in Greeley, Colorado.  It is a very modern new hotel in the heart of Downtown, and will open for guests on October of 2017.

If you take the elevator to the third floor, there will be Kinsey Hindman and her stallion, Wimpy Sparkles, aka Harley, bigger than life, a full eight feet tall and ten feet wide.

countdown to santa fe

musings, On Art and Culture, travel, wanderlust May 24, 2015

Dream Studio 2I’m having a tough time staying present because Thursday I’m off to Santa Fe and Taos with my Mom.  It is her maiden voyage and I have faith in that she will be completely overtaken in splendor.

My first item of business is a prickly-pear margarita at The Shed, the magenta-colored one I’ve been thinking about since my last trip in 2013.  And the stuffed tempura-fried squash blossoms at La Fonda.

And then… nothing but good art!   I have a pile of artists’ cards from last time and I’m really excited to see some again. And there are new artists I’ve discovered through social media… and a whole week to adventure without commitments!

Vegas.

musings, On Art and Culture, travel, wanderlust November 15, 2013

In three weeks I will be on my way to Vegas. Part photography assignment, part visit with a dear friend, I look forward to the adventure. With Rayme, it’s always an adventure, and with me… Well, one could say the same.

Road tripping through the desert alone will undoubtedly put me where it always does, in the place where there is nothing else, where real life evaporates into the ether and there I am with nothing on the page. For hours, maybe days, I will follow the asphalt ribbon through the void of reality, and simply dream, imagine, and plot, if not pray. The desert, for me, is about letting go, musing, and inhaling expanse.

The subjects of my assignment are performing artists. Many of them. All at the graduate level and about to embark on what will one day be remembered as the precious gem of life’s path: stepping into it with hope, an open mind, an untainted heart, and little mind clutter yet. Early steps are springy, bouncy with freshness of mind, the white time before hues of experience leave their transparent stains.

The last time I saw Rayme, I had some seriously creative fun. This time, who knows what will happen? Good things always do when I take the solo sojourn across the desert to see my kindred.

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Sleepwalking.

humans being, musings, On Art and Culture, travel, wanderlust September 19, 2013

I travel alone  often so I can indulge my acute case of incurable wanderlust.  I disappear into new places and, more often than not, become hypnotized and aimless.  I sleepwalk, which is when my images find me.

I was on a solo walk with camera in Taos, NM this summer, wandering about in the last minutes of streaking golden sun, when this man called me over from his porch.  He offered that I may wander around his yard and take pictures if I’d like.  And he told me about his porch.  And how he sits on it every day.  And he was very proud of his house and that he deserves to sit on his porch every day.  And I noticed that he spoke in “I,” even though he wasn’t alone.

The other day I came across a Diane Arbus quote I really loved because it pointed me to the root of my drive, which I hadn’t really thought of, particularly not in this raw and primitive way.  She was a sleepwalker.

“I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them.”  -Diane Arbus

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