Observations (in the raw)
I have come to realize, after a week-long visit of a grandchild and her respective friend, that the "studio" is indeed a magical place. I think I knew this to be true and even wished for it, but seeing things through a child's eyes (as cliché as that may be) tends to make it so.
Taken at face value, the studio is a small building that sits away from the main house and makes one rationalize its existance. Does its separation from the everyday make it a luxury or a necessity? I live in such an improbable existence that even I question it.
It is a space that brings to life imagination. Even the steps I recently built are a testament to this. There is an awesome power at work here. I must keep aware of this. It is a workshop of imagination. This is magic!
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...