Savage Skies

2024

I paint from this land. And from our sky above it.

In New Mexico, our horizon is not background. It is subject. The sky here holds a gentle weight, an elegant silence — a warmth of light whose intimacy we understand inherently. Having painted for decades, the singular existence of Santa Fe seduced me into constant, breathtaking worship of our shared sacred lands.

My bloodline returned home. Unknowingly, my great-great-grandmother Cornelia Trujillo's spirit lured me back — I learned that devotions may skip generations before they find their way home.

My practice begins with sustained, still presence. Soaking in the vibrant, saturated horizon at dusk. The way lavender shadows shift without warning across mesas. The still settling of adobe dust colors as wind whips all surfaces.

Mine are not landscapes as documentary. They are abstracted states of being, meant to ask: how do you feel when you allow this exquisite place to enter your eyes, your breath, your bones?

I work in oil, acrylic, pastel, and graphite, moving between mediums as a percussionist instuits the the next strike — with clarity, surrender, passion.

I paint serene landscapes in fierce color. My intention is to grace a space and the viewer into an elegant shift — a reverential tone. To inspire presence, hold light, invite quiet and contemplation. To find self reverence, elegance, and reflection. Without apology.