Sidetracked Charley

Now that we have computers, Megapixel cameras, software and smart phones we think can all be website designers,  marketers or even freelance writers. Where we once hired professionals we have become do-it-self misfits. I notice this most in Call for Entry notifications. I find my internal editor kicking in whenever I get an email about a new exhibition to enter or a notification from the last as to my acceptance or non-acceptance. Please people, proof read. And have another person proof read to see if you said what it is you thought you said but didn't really. Try not to be cruel and insensitive when you email "sorry" notifications. Be sorry. That works. Never, ever use all caps and bold in an email. And especially not in sorry notifications. And when sending out call for entry emails do have all the hot links work not just look like they should. And do describe the show you intend accurately. Artists base their submissions on the description of the show. Try to b...

Teeth of Time by J. Binford-Bell I drove to Raton again on May 1st and it was a dazzling spring day. But it was clearly evident, if by spring we mean the bursting forth of buds and flowers, that spring was very late. Delayed by cold or drought? Or are our definitions getting in the way? Time as we mark it on calendars is arbitrary. There have been many changes in calendars that have governed our lives, and by the Mayan Calendar, some say, we should not be here. Spring or the lack there of and a recent experiences in Raton and Trinidad had gotten me thinking about definitions, and boundaries, and divisions. I had just picked up my paintings from the New Mexico Women Artists Show in Raton. The Old Pass Gallery it seems wants to put the focus back on local artists. And that got me thinking of the definition of the adjective Local. How would you define it? One source says "Belonging or relating to a particular area or neighborhood, typically exclusively so . . ." This le...