A few years ago I celebrated my 60th birthday in Santa Fe, NM and declared then that it was my last trip to the Land of Enchantment. Truth be told it was my 13th trip and I felt I had been there/done that. That is until SAQA announced their annual conference would be held in Santa Fe, NM. I could not make reservations fast enough!
Initially hubby was going to go along and we were going to drive as the country between here and there is vast and glorious. About a month ago he decided he would rather stay home and plant his summer garden than ‘kill time’ in a place he had been to 5 times. So I booked a flight and have just returned from the most wonderful, relaxing, indulgent, stimulating and soul-enriching week in the city different. It may have been my final trip there or not …
Because I have been so many times before I did not even bother to take a camera. Instead I used my iPhone from which I have learned to embrace Photo Stream…no more tedious downloads. I also did not take an excessive amount of photos which really was a relief as I already have so many. This trip however seemed to carry a central theme and that was… food. Lots of great food!
In an Einstein moment my friends Franki Kohler, Franki’s husband David, Gay Young and I signed up for a three hour molé cooking class at the Santa Fe Cooking School.
We watched with interest and intrigue as the two chefs prepared an entire meal of chocolate & chile delight and then served us the results. Gay quickly became my Lactaid dealer allowing me to fully embrace the NM dairy experience. The warm Mayan chocolate pudding was possibly the best chocolate anything I have ever eaten! We left with full bellies and itemized recipes (which I seldom use but in this case will… at least once). We bought spices in the shop and vowed to take a local culture cooking class wherever we travel from now on. And we jotted down the chef’s recommendations of the best food in SF and managed to get to several before leaving. I felt sad for the conference attendees who dined only at the hotel restaurant. They missed so much!
I indulged in a three-hour spa treatment at Ten Thousand Waves, a Japanese spa higher up in the mountains. My treatment included a facial and I committed to remembering the names of the 8-9 luxurious organic processes layered onto my skin but alas forgot them! This morning while walking I tried to again remember the names but only came up with it felt just like a PB&J to the face! Ymmm…
We went to Bobcat Bite for the best green chile cheeseburger in the state. As one who seldom eats beef, I decided to go whole hog (or whole steer) and add bacon to my GCCB! Fabulous. On my way to the airport I stopped at the Range Cafe in Albuquerque for a last ditch green chile indulgence of huevos rancheros! Sure beats airport food.
Over the years one thing has been consistent in my Santa Fe photos…lots of doorways and passageways.
In fact my first award-winning work was inspired by a Santa Fe doorway. I also took a requisite number of texture and pattern shots.
Even the freeways are beautiful in New Mexico!
Beyond the food of course was the conference, a chance to reconnect with peeps who speak my language, perusing galleries, a wonderful art quilt exhibit at the state capitol, wearing my favorite Native American art and the acquisition of more….it’s my birthstone after all!
The best part of this trip for me was a chance to just be myself and relax after a tough two years. I feel grateful that all my post-surgical rehab and hard work enabled my body to function as it should, grateful that my husband gifted me this time to recharge my batteries, grateful for good friends to share this adventure and blessed to be energized to get back to art-making.
The black is now black, purple and old gold with a khaki colored lace which was one of two pairs of laces that came with the leather hi tops. Love it!
 The tongues are as important as the shoe itself as they do show through.
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t noticed that my piece Currents #18 just sold also. Yippee!
ight annual invitational exhibit. The theme was ‘Rituals’ and I chose the ritual of table setting for my piece. The 
I’ve finished this piece on Lake MacDonald which I started in an abstract landscape class with 
was taken through over-hanging branches. In the end I could see it surely did not need any more layers of fusing or stitching, proving that contrary to popular belief you can mess with mother nature!
and black rayon for this …
When the book was published I was thrilled to see my work in living color on page 90. 
I bought four extra copies of the book and gave them to friends. That’s when the fun began. One friend said that other F word commonly came to mind as she attempted Furoshiki! She noted it is important that the cloth be large enough before proceeding. I had also learned that when I tried unsuccessfully to double fold two paperback books.
The cloth was a vintage damask tablecloth which I had dyed, discharged and painted 3 years ago for an 
and the other the ‘wrong’ side. 
Voila…furoshiki!
returned from what will likely be our ‘big’ trip for the year. I am between knee replacements strong enough to wander yet preparing psychologically for round two this summer. Then..Katie bar the door I will be ready to fully roam once more.
 I was capturing images on the ground, up the side of the wall, and even peering into glass brick bathroom windows!
…the metal awning at a Luby’s Cafeteria
I was captivated by Lady Bird Johnson’s diary of her time as first lady. I opened the volume in a bookstore and turned immediately to 1966 when LBJ dedicated the Point Reyes National Seashore (about 20 miles from my home) and she had breakfast in bed in a San Francisco hotel overlooking the bay, or harbor as she noted. I have always loved reading biographies which essentially is history with a voice. I decided to both read the book and resume my own writing.
Since I finished the massive documentation project I decided it was time to re-immerse in some art making. And so these are two new pieces
whose work all identifies as their own.
time to go into the studio and just start. My wise friend Miriam Nathan-Roberts says when the muse is dormant just start! She is wise because it works.
KUA#5 was but a figment in my imagination. The cloth was painted and prepped and also on the wall as incentive to design again. It underwent several transformations in my mind before I actually picked up the rotary cutter. It was challenging to construct with layers of tule between a thick cotton tablecloth woven with metallic threads and various fused layers but in the end it all worked out and I like it..what more can you ask?