Art, Labyrinth, Burgers
Last Saturday Josie and I woke up and had our usual coffee and cig when
we read about an etching show in the Santa Fe Reporter. Etching shows are rare, printmaking shows are rare, even in a lush art scene like Santa Fe's. We jumped in the car and I had Josie put my hair up because my head was spinning like the exorcist.
This tiny museum is a bit off the grid. That gave it some street cred from the start.
Josie at the front door.
On the way to the gallery we passed some really cool artifacts from the region.
Like this two-headed four-armed clay dude. He or she or He-she is all tatted up.
Textiles.
Some bad-ass spurs. I wanna buy some and strap them on to my sneakers and start
some new sh&t.
Hopefully you can read this so I don't have to type it.
Chessney Sevier is an amazing artist, and what makes her even more amazing
is that she is contemporary. She's old-school etching at it's best and I want to be her friend.
She's from a family of cowboys and cowgirls from Wyoming, married a cowboy and cranks out prints of the American landscape and cowboy culture. Oh yeah, she prints woodblocks too, but none were at this show, unfortunately.
My pictures don't do them justice, but you can still see the imagination, journey, and skill.
It was so refreshing to see gritty, black and white prints. She's killing the game.
Both Josie and I loved the work. We also loved the gift shop where she was selling prints for dollar amounts way over our budget. Here's Josie checking out a book on jewelry.
Exiting the Museum you are greeted by some sculpture and snowy mountains.
Josie took me to this labyrinth that was nearby. She had conquered it already but wanted me to do it. It was cool, she showed me how you can be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
Get there.
We conquered it. I loved it.
This huge metal warrior guards the labyrinth.
There was a bird nesting in one of his jingle balls.
Back in Santa Fe the Soldiers of Jesus pulled up next to us.
I was frightened for a second.
I also read in the Reporter that there was a Japanese artist in town that
paints comic book style. I had to see it. It was at the Eight Modern Gallery.
When Roger Shimomura was a child, he was among the 120,000 Japanese-Americans who were forced to relocate to U.S. internment camps after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Shimomura's family spent two years looking out through a barbed-wire fence at Camp Minidoka in south-central Idaho.
Again, my photos aren't good enough. His lines are ridiculously clean and precise.
This piece was HUGE.
My favorites.
They look like screen-prints. Awesome.
His work reminds me of Mike Giant's work, but in color.
This is a Lithograph. He dabbles in printmaking a bit. Yay.
After the gallery hopping we got hungry. So I took Josie to Bobcat Bite, cuz I'm fu#@ing fat.
I feel bad for her. Every time she asks me what I want to eat, it's always the same answer, no matter what time of day, burger.
This isn't your typical burger joint. This is THE burger joint.
The best in New Mexico, maybe ever, and trust me, I've eaten a lot of burgers.
Hopefully you can read the History.
Menu of trouble.
A couple of famous Green Chile Cheeseburgers. Ok, I post pictures of burgers in almost every post, don't I? I have a problem.
F&%k it.
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