Category: Goldwell Open Air Museum

  • 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 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 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 24, March 11, 2009

    I painted the big board that I was thinking about yesterday, the one of the landscape that holds the ghost town of Rhyolite and the Goldwell Sculptures. The last one I did was bad, so it got turned face to the wall. This time I knew I had to paint on-site to get the mountains…

  • 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 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 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…