Category: Red Barn

  • 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 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 14, March 1, 2009

    Only 30 days left in our stay. I begin to panic. Thus far, and yes I’m counting because there’s safety in counting, I seem to have some art produced for every day, plus one rejected board. That count includes the bad woodcut where I over-reached on the second day of the workshop. I’m feeling a…

  • 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…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 12, February 27, 2009

    The universe decided I had had enough pleasure, and today it whapped me with strong colds winds from the northeast.  And the sun was covered with clouds — not quite hidden, but not maintaining its desert reputation as a bringer of warmth, either. I was working on a large board (18 x 36), close to…

  • Diary of a Residency, Day 10, February 25, 2009

    It was a great day of painting. So great I forgot to photograph what I did. The desert has its own demands. Yesterday at about 5 PM I photographed and looked closely at today’s scene (approximately what is in the photo above.) But in looking at the scene around 10 AM today, I decided not…