Artists exist adjacent to markets. When the muse calls us to forms orthogonal to current monetary value, we need space to live and do our work. The hosts of this home in Albuquerque provide this space for artists. Simple, needed, effective at filling the world with more beautiful things.
My time in New Mexico is over. Echoes of art, love, laughter and songs follow me like shadowed footsteps into an awaiting dream.
It’s only been a few days and already I miss these souls.
I came. I saw. It was sandy. Sadly, no pyramids; just a gorgeous morning glow through tempered glass.
If I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.Albert Camus, An Absurd Reasoning