Category: Beatty Nevada

  • Diary of a Residency, day 26, March 13, 2009

    Friday the 13th. A nice easy slow day. After the exhaustion of Death Valley yesterday, I decided today not to attempt to deal with the wind and sun and carting the materials and setting up in the midst of sand fleas and kibitzers: I stayed inside the Red Barn, with the big doors wide open…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 23, March 10, 2009

    It was blessedly warm today. The wind, cold in the AM, was from the north, which meant the south Barn doors could be open to the sun. And then everything, including the wind, warmed up enough that I could take off my coat. I came home early and went downtown to paint the  Exchange Club…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 22, March 09, 2009

    As usual, I spent the day at the Red Barn. Carrie Radomski showed up at 4:30 pm. She’s one  of the new owners of the Lost River Trading Co; George is the other half. And they’ve changed the name legally to the Beatty Mercantile, which is what we want to call it anyway. She and…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 20, March 7, 2009

    It was a long and satisfying day. I got a painting done before people arrived for the Open Studio. Todd,  Christy, and David, from Las Vegas, showed up to work on the cistern. No water yet, but progress is being made. They are hard workers, and David is a good purveyor of beer,  a beverage…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 19, March 6, 2009

    I just read a Judith Warner column (NY Times) online, and she mentions the boredom of reading the college student’s journal. The boredom of Be, Here, Now. The boredom of non-ironic attempts to Be Good. Oh dear. This Journal is undoubtedly something of the same. But never mind — it’s only for  myself. Any voyeurs…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 18, March 5, 2009

    I charged off early to the Red Barn this AM — got there by about 8 or 8:30 and stayed until 5. It was warm enough to open the big doors and let the sun warm the inside, although about 3 the sun went too far west to come through the doors and it was…

  • Diary of a residency, Day 17, March 4, 2009

    Today, I cleaned the bathrooms, did the laundry at the Space Station RV Park, and finished the painting that I started yesterday. And I played with my new Kindle, which is an un-birthday/Christmas present. The Amargosa River from Valley Street, Beatty, Nevada, 12 x 16″, oil on board, 2009. Tomorrow, it’s back to the Red…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 16, March 3, 2009

    Today we went to Gold Point,  north and west of Beatty, past Scotty’s Junction (which leads into Death Valley and Scotty’s Castle). You turn at the Lida Road, west, and then turn again to the left at the Gold Point Ghost Town Road. This takes you to an amazing place, up on a side hill,…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 15, March 2, 2009

    Windy March roared in like a lion today. Not a lot to report. I added two rocks to my growing circle in the “yard.” It was wild and windy out, so I was glad to have decided to work inside at the Red Barn today. The tin roof sounded at times like it was coming…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 13, February 28, 2009

    This morning Jer drove me and my gear west from the Red Barn on the gravel road that begins where the pavement ends at the Barn. I had seen some volcanic cones in front of the Funeral/Grapevine Mountains, the mountains that define the eastern edge of Death Valley. The cones were red, unlike the ones…