Suki makes me happy. She makes Raymond happy.
We just love having her in our home.
Loaded with personality and charm, only nineteen bunnies will be cast because Suki deserves to be precious even though it will break my heart a little when the limited edition sells out.
I’d planned to meet girlfriends for a little climbing adventure this week at Red Rocks just outside of Vegas but unseasonal weather deterred me (the eleven-year snow storm happened twice in the same week…!) So when Raymond’s mother gifted us tickets to see Cirque du Soleil for both our birthdays we enjoyed a plunge into color and creativity (plus sunshine and 70 degree weather just days after the abandoned climbing trip). I’m not into gambling but I LOVE the layered magic and beauty of Cirque shows…
My birthday morning I awoke early to potent Full Moon + Super Moon energy in 32-below-zero crystallized beauty winter-wonder-landscape beneath the Tobacco Root Mountains at the magical Ghost Wolf Ranch where we spent a few art-fully inspirational and love-filled days and nights hosted by our dear friends Rocky and Kat. Raymond and Kat cooked delicious food and decadent desserts, we discussed art, watched art documentaries, shared art and played in art when Rocky and I collaborated on a BIG painting in his hallowed studio. Bliss. Blessed. Juiced. (check out Rocky Hawkins art)
Many well-known published and aspiring writers live in Livingston. The cozy local destination spot Pine Creek Lodge hosts one evening each month in the Winter Writer Series for a local writer to read and share. I’m honored. I have also invited a special secret guest to read from his writings (hint: I’m married to him).
Details at PINE CREEK LODGE
One month without the pressure of a post; the hiatus from social media afforded me clear space to regroup and make some lifestyle changes.
I gained extra time in the studio, climbed more ice, started and finished several books. January included an impromptu trip to New York, triple the norm yoga classes, a bright life-changing four day intense retreat at Elevation Barn and two art world fundraiser events. I nursed my niece through surgery, enjoyed lotsa love making, thoughtfully plotted life n work, wrote, hiked n xskied with Tala regularly, cleared my desk, and made more time to chat and hang with friends. A rewarding launch into 2019. Fueled and freshened..
The number 2019 is appealing to me for some reason. Perhaps because“19” is a favorite number of mine. “19” looks and feels like an even number - a friendly number - without the angles of "3, 5, 7” or the simplicity of “1.” Plus “19” is my birthday number although I swear my attraction to the number isn’t because I was born on the 19th. The newest bronze will be offered in an edition of only 19 - just wait til you see it!!!
I hadn’t planned on creating an owl but during the first full moon of 2016, a Great Horned Owl visited me. The majestic creature sat like a sentinel on top of my beloved tree outside our cabin. I stood at our bedroom window, captivated. When Tala was a little puppy, Cliff used to call me on nights when I worked at the studio past dark to warn me if an owl was outside. The owl could easily snatch our little round glow-in-the-dark furball pup if I didn’t protect her on the walk home. The point is, owls are not rare up here but that owl, that night, was so vivid and powerful that I felt compelled to sculpt a palm-size owl for 2016.
Cliff was exceptionally excited about the sculpture, partly because it was an owl and partly because I was finally sculpting after the long PTSD caused hiatus from studio life. But then Cliff died unexpectedly and I could not finish the sculpture. During 2016, I lost Cliff, my mother, my aunt and my cat. I got married, totaled my truck and left for Bhutan to carve for the king. I did not complete the yearly palm-size bronze. Again and again I picked up the little lump of “owlish” clay but simply could not create. On a cold winter night in 2017 I gave a stranded motorist a ride to his home up Paradise Valley, a giant Great Horned Owl flew past my truck window and looked directly at me. Those of you who know Cliff know he was legendary for the assistance he gave friends, family and strangers alike. I knew it was time to finish the little owlet. Emotional but healing, the little sculpture began to find itself while a fire crackled in my studio.
I felt so much of Cliff while working on his owl that of course “Cliffness” emanates from the owlet. He was one-of-a-kind, gentle, strong and damn loyal.
Chloe spent Thanksgiving with Raymond and I. We enjoyed the special time with my little (ok - not so little anymore) niece. Thanksgiving Day began with a soak in the Boiling River and ended with a magical full moon hike up here on the mountain. She made art while sporting my Carhartt overalls and a HUGE grin (in between lip-biting bouts of concentration). I’m curious what she would consider the holiday highlight…but damn she was STOKED on ice…!
The Stapleton Gallery encourages it’s carefully curated stable of artists to venture out of their “norm” by spinning themes and creating shows that are experiences (out of the “norm”). I delved into the creation of five new works for the Trophy Show. Raymond and I are looking forward to the evening/event/surprises that await for us at The Trophy Show.
A few years ago Raymond and I were going to Boulder for a special conference which fell on Halloween weekend. I invested in a pallet of professional make-up paint because it was easy to pack on a plane and because I don’t need much of an excuse to purchase art supplies…ever. Plus I figure I can get lotsa costumes using just the paints and our regular wardrobe.
Leftover wedding stuff went into making my headpiece. FUN!!!
Recently I joined Stapleton Gallery. Jeremiah Young and Abigail Hornik have a unique vision, a beautiful space and a stellar group of artists. The gallery is unconventional in its location, its hours and its shows. The group shows are more of an “event” in theme and execution - at least that is the kind of magic which has intrigued me about some of their past exhibitions, which is why I am honored to join them. The photo above was from their recent show in conjunction with the MINT Film Festival. I love how they hung three of my drawings within that beautiful huge frame and showcased two of my bronzes in the glass cases on each side.
I hear you.
Your rather Eeyore-like way of saying ”Ohhhh Honey...!”
Soothes me. Still.
Your spirit fills my heart in a gentle grip of pure love. Unending gratitude. I miss you. I adore you. I am so ever grateful for you.
Happy Birthday dearest friend.
She arrived near midnight after a 14 hour ride from Minnesota. I tucked Kiera into her bed at the studio nap room as she excitedly gaped at the stars. Just after dawn Kiera zipped over in JD (the ATV) to drink tea while I geared her up for the promised summit adventure. She’s been itching to tag a peak since early spring when she visited with her sister (and we almost summited a local peak but were turned around by snow conditions near the top).
Snow, once again, played a part in our summit day (we were on snow the whole approach). But nothing was going to stop us. What a fine day we shared...!
October began intensely with our involvement in HATCH. The only other time Raymond and I had 8 days off together we spent on our belated honeymoon in Bhutan where I worked for the Prime Minister to create a special carved artwork for the Bhutanese king. The first 10 days of this month, Raymond and I worked together with the HATCH team to help facilitate the annual summit - what an honor to be part of this valuable cause/mission.
To learn more about HATCH, view this recent article.