My family spent most of the day hiking up to 11,500 ft. to the gondola at Ski Apache. It was a hard and beautiful hike. “Hike up and you ride down for free.” It was beautiful, high alpine meadows are one of my favorite places on earth. After the hike my kids started asking if we could stop by the market and pick up baking apples to make a pie. We did, indeed, make a pie. My husband, however, asked if he could “run” home. When I said “yes”, he got out his topo maps and showed me his route back to the cabin. It involved crossing several canyons. He made it back, we all had delicious pie:). It was a perfect day.
My faith, and my family, and my art has deep roots in Northern New Mexico. All three are a journey.
Christ in the Desert Abbey is one of my favorite places to be in this world. I love to chant to Psalms with the monks, I love the gift of silence, and I love to paint the Canyon walls.
One the best field trips I take my workshops on is to the sacred place. The guest master has been so kind to give my students a behind the scenes tour of the beautiful art and murals. This trip we had the chance to share our day making art with one of the brothers who is also a painter. The day was a gift, and I am grateful for it.
I sketched out this large diptych, started painting it, and realized it would a stronger composition if I had flipped the 1/3 and 2/3 panels. I could have avoided having to redraw this with a simple thumbnail sketch.
Very simply, a diptych is a drawing or painting in two parts. The format of the pictures may be landscape or portrat, but they will usually be the same size. It is sometimes a continuous but divided image, or may be composed of separate, closely related images. When I paint them I try to make each panel stand on its own, but create a better image together.
The part of the picture you cannot see…
I have an artist friend named Ginny who lives in Denver/ Taos. On lucky years our paths cross at Ghost Ranch and we have a chance to paint together. We had a beautiful evening to paint, in addition to a fantastic lightning storm, there was an even more lively ultimate frisbee match on the lawn in front of us. In chairs scattered around were readers reading, old friends reconnecting, and spectators enjoying the show. If the colors seem muted, it was dusk, and…I was contented.