Dolly Parton; "Find out who you are and do it on purpose."
My heart is breaking. A woman of Grace has left us….Dolly Parton is gone. …I am a hillbilly girl. Missouri raised me before anywhere else did,
To Pup or Not to Pup? THAT is the Question
Meet my new studio assistant, Luna OSA: my little “Moon Bear”….
Honored: Artist Talk for The National Museum of Women in the Arts
The National Museum of Women in the Arts, New Mexico Chapter, asked for me. Specifically. Privately….Not a public event on the gallery calendar. A private viewing
Honored: My Artwork "Empty Promises" In Remains To Be Seen Exhibition
ArtBridge, “Remains to be Seen,” exhibition; The virtual doors opened August 1, 2026. And my work steps into a room built entirely around one question: what remains, when the person is gone?…
What’s strong enough to hold this light, these clouds?
Interior Designer Heather Hilton and I stand inside a cathedral of gold leaf, walls stacked floor to ceiling with edges and ornament, for our client, collector Roxane Rose…
OSMOS magazine, Rothko & my Daddy
By accident, I took this setting up for a Zoom interview with Christopher Rothko for Osmos Magazine, with Christian Rattemeyer and Cay Sophie Rabinowitz on the line, about his father's legacy and mine…
Robbi Firestone Welcomes the National Museum of Women in the Arts to Her Solo Show
Robbi Firestone welcomes the National Museum of Women in the Arts to The Long Horizon: Solo Exhibition for and artist talk and gallery visit
The Long Horizon: Solo Exhibiton of 50+ artworks.
My father served thirty years in the United States Marine Corps.
Honor was a requirement in our home. A practice: integrity, service, the expectation that the people around you would rise to meet it.
I learned to always deliver my best. I could not always demand it of others. Yet when someone failed that standard, I gave pause.
My studio and art practice stands by that code to this day.
Agnes Martin & NMWA Artist Talk
Into That Light
There is a front hall at Gallery 215 in Taos.
Thick adobe walls. Ancient wooden floors. Carvings.
Space holding silence the way only very old walls do.
Home to Untitled Orange and Yellow, 1994. Agnes Martin. Acrylic and graphite on canvas. Sixty inches by sixty inches. A grid painting from the final decade of her life, having already re-rooted in New Mexico. She stripped everything unnecessary from her practice. She became one of the most consequential painters of the twentieth century.
Humbly, on July 18, my work steps into that hall.
The Collectors Are Coming! A Party for Grand Cornelia
My collectors are coming.
New York. Seattle. Miami. Dallas. Scottsdale. Santa Fe. Chicago. Houston.
Dear friends. Devoted collectors. People who have lived with my paintings for decades. In homes. Offices. The rooms where days begin and end.
They did not need to be convinced. They simply saw.
I am overjoyed. These are my people. This evening is for them….
Two Artists. Two Cities. Same Sky.
Georgia O'Keeffe was one of the first women in New York City to live in a skyscraper.
She took an elevator eleven floors to her studio. Painted the skyline. Painted the sunset from above the New York street. Fierce. Visionary. Completely herself.
I learned this yesterday from Cody Hartley, Executive Director of the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum. Standing in the Sheldon.
The Sheldon is one of O'Keeffe's most famous painted buildings. She lived there…