Imagine driving Eastbound on Interstate 40. You’ve already crossed the California/Arizona state line, and you’re reaching the eastern end of Arizona. The New Mexico border is a just a few miles ahead. You notice plastic animals: a deer, bear, and elk are propped against red cliffs towering above a tall wooden fence with “Chief Yellowhorse”...Read More
Once you have heard a strange audience burst into laughter at a film you directed, you realize what the word joy is all about. ””Chuck Jones, 1912-2002 My experience in Chuck Jones Gallery at Santa Fe: a room full of Looney Tunes on the wall, which bring back childhood memories....Read More
Most students come to the Institute of American Indian Arts to expand their creativity by practicing and experimenting with their chosen mediums. There are many stories told through the paintings, drawings, and photographs displayed along the walls of the academic building. Black-and-white photographs of tombstones, graves, and monuments can be found on a wall near...Read More
Remember when Doogie Howser, M.D. sat each night at his computer by the window, pondering his entire day’s work at the hospital, typing on his electronic journal, reflecting about his smart braniac maneuvers of saving lives, performing heroic gestures”¦in a white overcoat that covered his awful choices in bad clothing? I do, but I didn’t...Read More
We had practically the whole of Site Santa Fe to ourselves through which to wander, and to pout and preen over the pieces of art””like out-of-town moguls that pour in during Indian Market. Attention-wise, we were a little bit more invested than usual, because we were being indulged with a personal escort around Site: Joanne...Read More
7:00 am The dorm room is starting to become lighter, but not that much. I go back into my state of deep bear-like hibernation. Like Aaron Natewa used to do when he was still here. 8:40 am I’m thinking about actually opening my eyes and getting up. I feel crunchy this morning. Okay, I gotta...Read More
