Dreaming of the High Desert empty with its delicate sliver of

with its delicate sliver of silver light

Travelling in Tromso in the dark days

spreading out on a black backgorund

a noblewoman of feudal-era Japan and master of the naginata polearm blade

A glimpse of the cliffs around Beachy Head

Dreaming of the High Desert empty with its delicate sliver ofWhen I arrived in Santa Fe, first thing I did was take a walk around the homestead where I was staying for my Artist Residency. The sky was a brilliant blue that went on for miles up and across, the greens of the firs, junipers, and cedar trees contrasted with the neutral tableau of ochre, oxide, grey, lavender, and sage that covered the ground. This visit was the manifestation of a long held dream to spend time being creative in the high desert.