Category: Beatty Nevada

  • Rest and Recreation, Day 10, Nov. 10, 2009

    I took the day off. Completely off. Didn’t go to the Red Barn. Didn’t approach Rhyolite. Didn’t go up the Beatty Cut-off. Nope. Stayed home. Went for a Tuesday Drive with Jer. Took a nap. Drank a bit of wine. Got rested. I got up feeling tired and was then seriously put out to discover…

  • Visitors: Day 7, Nov. 7, 2009

    More visitors today, all welcome. First I went for a long walk north of the Barn, delighting in the scenery, the foliage, the rocks, and the human artifacts. Then, after returning, and working a bit,  John Donahoe and his grayhound (whose name I keep forgetting) showed up for more advice about painting his screen door…

  • With a Little Help from my Friends: Day 6, Nov. 6,2009

    What a pleasure it is to return to a place where people know you and your habits and your needs. Suzie and Riley McCoy, caretakers at the Museum a half mile up the road, dropped by to check on me and to see if I had the other end of their walkie-talkie. Until we find…

  • Orientation: Day 1, Nov.1, 2009

    Yi-Fu Tuan, in Space and Place: The Perspective of Experience says: It is not possible to look at a scene in general; our eyes keep searching for points of rest. p. 161 If time is conceived of as flow or movement, the place is pause. p 198 Distance is a meaningless spatial concept apart from…

  • October 31, 2009: The Journey Continues

    We’re back in Beatty, back at the Red Barn Studio, Back at the head of the Amargosa Valley/desert/plain/playa, back where the land dwarfs the mind and the lungs expand with with the expansive space. It’s all here, just waiting for me. Unoriented Space. Reporting from the Atomic Inn, Beatty Nevada, Halloween Eve and the weekend…

  • Diary of a Residency, days 41 & 42, March 29, 2009. The End

    The final day at the Goldwell Open Air Museum’s Workspace Artist in residency: From this: To this: And this: And this: And this: I took almost no photos the last two days; during exhibits I always think I will take lots and then, as I’m talking and greeting and hugging, I forget. I even forgot…

  • Diary of a residency, Day 37, March 24, 2009

    I got back to painting today. And it went well. It was a bit chilly and windy this morning, but when the time to paint comes, it comes. And sometimes it isn’t as bad as one imagines. I went off with my now-ratty painting coat and gloves, heading for the Beatty Cut-off road to Death…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 36, March 23, 2009

    I continue to vacation. Sleeping in, napping, acting the tourist. We spent yesterday driving through the eeriest dust storm (in Death Valley and the Amargosa plain) that I’ve ever experienced. At least, I think it was a dust storm. Maybe it was a saline rain. We actually had a few drops of rain on the…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 33, March 20, 2009

    Ahhhhhhh. It was a grand day at the Red Barn. I was reluctant to start. I knew I didn’t know how to fix the big paintings and I had no little ones to procrastinate on. And there was at least one other painting sitting around which was turned to the wall immediately as I walked…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 27, March 14, 2009

    Spent the day in Death Valley. Jer hiked in Golden Canyon while I painted at the mouth of it — just off the parking lot up the trail a few feet. First things first, though. I realized as we drove to Death Valley through the Beatty cut-off, that what I love about mountains is not…