Albuquerque Public Art

So today my thoughts travel through the seasons an ideal metaphor for humanity. Winter outside I’m older. The observation is more back, weighing events and roads taken. The image today is Summer, Assholes Garage Central Avenue Albuquerque. Summer where each new step is the beginning of an adventure. Summer I am younger and the vision is forward like a bee in a field of flowers awestruck by all the pollination options. So much to do, too many creative avenues to take, every block provides three new choices. In the summer we would listen to Tom Rush sing Joni Mitchell’s “The Circle Game” a band of gypsies following a meandering straight line that would never end and certainly not in winter. But winter comes and the rejuvenating of dark, cold, short days stretch out beyond the sight of the Forsythia’s first Yellow Light and the short solos of the Purple Crocus taunting winters last cool breezes bursting out in sunny spaces while snow retreats to the shade.
For today and the next few posts I will visit summer mostly through the blossoms of New Mexico artists and their public exhibits. Four days in Albuquerque provided a myriad of paths to art some by local artists some pollinated by my vision.
In summer people tent to speak more so pretend it is summer offer a metaphor, story or just a hello and if anyone knows who painted the Garage [all four sides] please ring in with a name. I searched for a signature and knocked on the door without an answer.
Warm summer thoughts to all don’t forget the sun screen. enjoy pjc

January’s Prints for the People

Summertime and the living is easy