In the many times I've driven across country, New Mexico is where I always stopped.
In 1998 I stayed for a time at an artist's house that was an old friend. I ended up staying awhile.
I found this would be my new place away from my NYC home, which had been Long Island in my earlier days.
I bought a piece of land and soon I built a studio the size of the one I'd lost in NY.
These paintings harked back to the Western Jaunt and I think of them as continuing it.
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