Dog Days

They are here, the Dog Days of Summer and yet today is lovely. Feels almost as pleasant as Santa Fe. Meanwhile I've been working on a 48 x 48" painting which started out as a trio of horses, then morphed into a landscape of the Bonita Pueblo ruins, and has ended up a landscape of the fields of Aude, France.

Painting these fields was like coming home. Gone was the obsession that I had to change my style, do something new. Gone was the sense my work just wasn't good enough. Instead I painted from the heart, the fields merging into each other, vaguely separated by borderless color, scumbling intense hue over intense hue until the fields shimmer in the sun. I am liberated!

Westward Ho!

Northern New Mexican landscape

We are are heading West!

Well.

After our house sells, and it's only been on the market 9 days. But still...we will get there eventually. 

Santa Fe has always beckoned. Driving route 66 in the 50s and 60s, through the intense geology of the high plains and buttes, passed the abandoned ancient pueblos tucked into the bluffs and mysterious navajo indians walking along the roads in their velvets and heavy silver and turquoise jewelry. I can hardly believe I will soon be part of this enchanted area! And things seem to be lining up well with some friends introducing us to their friends in Santa Fe. Plus our excellent friends waiting for us there who have been incredibly generous already as we've looked for houses.

So the adventure begins!