Tag: Goldwell Open Air Museum

  • 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 8, February 22, 2009

    Day 8.  Arrived at the Barn about 9 AM. Put my rock on the circle immediately. Hiked cross country toward the Open Air Museum to suss out a painting spot.Found the first intact bottle I’ve yet come across. It even seems to have a bit of age to it, yet it’s whole! The desert floor…