I suppose you have noticed fewer food posts. Apologies galore, truly. I hope you have found enough recipes rotating around on PIE and enough old favorites to keep you coming back. But, for those of you who also follow my photography, I have some fun news. I’m in a gallery show.
Davis & Blevins Gallery
The West We Live
October 21, 2017
1:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
Saint Jo, Texas
My Bob likes to say that God writes straight with crooked lines. God, the Universe, the Way…however you look at our existence, you must admit that Bob’s aphorism is rather genius. Apparently it actually is an old Portuguese aphorism. Somebody said it before Bob did. But it got to me through Bob. So I credit him for bringing some clarity to the matter for me.
When I looked it up, I found an article that had a classic labyrinth as the heading, and I thought to myself that it is also a perfect diagrammatic depiction of the matter. You see, I once built a labyrinth 50 feet in diameter in Arizona with nothing but a measuring tape, a big nail, string, and a bunch of stones. It took awhile. You can see it on Google maps still, believe it or not. But I digress. The point is that that there is a difference between a maze and a labyrinth. My life has been like a labyrinth. Some people think of life as a straight line, which is boring. Some people think of life as a maze, which is exceedingly frustrating. A maze has dead ends and is created to confuse. A labyrinth, on the other hand, has a beginning and an end, and all you have to do is walk as the path rolls out ahead of you. And, you end up where you are supposed to be. The labyrinth is the ultimate walk of crooked lines.
Parenting made me pick up a camera and get to cooking. The kids, the attendant period of relative captivity, the camera and the food led to PIE. PIE led to a greater interest in photographs and many good new friends outside of my little kitchen. Life led me to Clay County, and my camera came with me. And, even though I have less time for this website than I would like, I still steal moments to capture photographs. The photos led me to see a fun pattern in a pursuit, namely shooting, which led to a tidy body of work I call Target Practice. And, now, I’m in a bona fide gallery show with a lot of amazing western artists. Below are three of the nine images I will be showing, in 10″ x 10″ and 30″ x 30″. These three are being shown in the large format. They are photographs on fine art paper.
Because of my love of Clay County and my renewed love of the whole happy neighborhood, I’ve explored all the way from Gainesville to Henrietta and back a thousand times. A few years ago, I found a wonderful art gallery in the town of Saint Jo. It is called Davis & Blevins. Davis & Blevins is owned by renowned artist, Donna Howell-Sickles, whose work I have admired for ages, mostly through gallery wandering back in Scottsdale and Santa Fe, incidentally. I hadn’t known at all that she was finding her creative flow right in my neck of the woods, and there she was. I worked up the nerve to send her an email and show her examples of my work. She, much to my delight and surprise, said “Bring it on by.” And now, I’m in a show at her gallery on October 21st. The end. Or is it the middle. Or is it a new beginning. Well, I’ll just keep walking through my crazy life and find out.
[Images inside Davis & Blevins. Bottom left is one of my photos wrapped and delivered. Not shown is me flipping out because my art is in the same building with Donna’s work. Bottom right is my current favorite of Donna’s and it captures my glee (and everyone’s) when the rain returned.]
So, come on by if you are up for a good wander on October 21, 2017. The show is called The West We Live. Davis & Blevins is on the town square in Saint Jo. The gallery is in two of the gorgeous historic buildings on the square. The space is wonderful and it is full of work by incredible western artists, makers, and designers. There are also a ton of gifts.
Though the subject of my photos is in a period of sensitivity, I hope that you can see it as what it is. It is The West I Live in Clay County on a ranch with my family and friends, and not just a little bit of spray paint and bullets.
Art is a funny thing. It can make you excited, sad, stimulated, interested, angry, confused, happy, content, calm, outraged or perplexed. It can do several of these things at once. Or it can do none of these things and simply look nice over your sofa. I invite you to have any or all of these emotions. Frankly, this week, I think the latter is my favorite. But know this. I don’t care if it is a stick person drawn by a child or a Rembrandt, displaying your own art is like taking off your clothes in the town square and inviting people to either throw rotten tomatoes or bouquets of flowers at you. And, you have no idea which is going to happen. And you are naked. I think that is actually a notion, paraphrased to suit me, from my friend Bubba. I dearly hope you all have Bubbas and Bobs in your life, by the way. My point is that I know this is a fraught subject. Guns, that is. It hurts my heart that there are folks that will see my photos and feel very raw. However, there are also people who will see them and think they are, in a word, badass. I shall not, and will not try, to dictate which you feel. But I appreciate you considering the work, either way. I hope that makes sense. And, if you can actually show up, I look forward to having this conversation with you in person.
So, come on to Saint Jo if you can. Whether you are coming from Wichita Falls or Dallas, all you need is to find Highway 82 which runs East/West from Henrietta all the way to Gainesville, and points beyond in both directions. This will take you through towns such as Nocona and Muenster, as well. All of these towns are darling and are having something of a renaissance. And there are so many lovely little things to stop and see. I challenge you. Bring a camera or just use your phone. Take in the drive and take some photos. Grain silos, feed stores, historic downtowns, antique shops, rodeo arenas, Dairy Queens, water towers, cows, clouds…all the stuff that makes me smile. I took all of these photos yesterday when I delivered my work to the gallery.
There are rusted things, and crumbling things, new things, trees, hills, and plains. There are also a smattering of restaurants and darling shops on the squares. So, don’t hit the road just for me. Hit the road for the arts and the love of this area. It is a wonderful place to see.
And, finally, many thanks to my friends, and my Bubba, at Collector’s Covey in Dallas, for guidance and for helping me get all of my photographs framed so nicely. You guys are the best.