What makes us fall in love?

Was it the dust from comet Hyakutake in the spring of 1996 going by? Was it sleeping next to the ruins and dreaming of the archaic people who had lived there before? Was it the silent music from the red rock?

The first time I went backpacking I bruised the heels of my feet because I didn’t have the right kind of backpacking boots. I went to Fish and Owl Canyon and Arch Canyon in Utah. I could barely walk, but I felt the magic in the air… the beautiful red rock against the dark blue skies… with bright stars, and a comet going by at night. I was in awe of their cliff dwellings, shards of pottery and arrowheads. I wondered who were the Peoples that had lived there before? What were they saying with their petroglyphs and pictographs? I fell in love with these places because of their spiritual feeling… I have traveled to many different places in the world, but have never felt how I feel in the Southwest. Since then and for about 20 years I have returned many times, each time staying a little longer to sit quietly and absorb the mystery and enjoy the hugs and kisses of the place.


This is an excerpt from a catalog from my exhibit Magical Southwest (P is for Places) that I am currently writing.




So many projects and so little time

So little time and so many projects

I feel I have a mountain to climb

I have to create many objects

So many things I love to do

I love to do so many things

I know I can’t just cut through

Even though I pull strings

Two catalogs to write before April

Music for a video to compose before May

Research for my next exhibit on a book to staple

My installation “G is for Gourmet” to survey

I must remember: It’s all play and fun

and I know I will hit a home run