a piece of cardboard. pics glued. it has traveled. 20 something, maybe even 30…probably….30, years. the pics are from 3 beautiful small publications. when I lived in El Cerro Mission or Los Lunas and would drive to Albuquerque….at first for work and then later, to the Food Co~op i'd stop at the Airport…run in, the information desk in Main Lobby a shelf behind with pamphlets etc for visitors AND these little books. like the size of paper back books, Taos, Santa Fe and Albuquerque ART Galleries. Incredible pics. I wish I would have kept one. Alas. But I have this. to talk to me today about how long it's been since the black/white/black/white/black/white has been in my life of Art. that, rising from somewhere as a child that I can't remember but know was there….those volumes of the Lands and People. in them. somewhere.
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how lovely Grace
i smile a few seconds befor i opened your blog , my son sent me a e mail with foto’s he find of my painting from years ago , it come in to the face ,look without judgement and embrace the past , and let it for wath it is/wasLikeLike
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The memories and emotions that pour forth onto this days post, the glimpses of a past story bringing much meaning to this piece of cardboard glued full of a time in your life! I love this post, how without it, anyone could not know, but with these words can now know in depth so much more of who you are.
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