“… a sweep of red carnelian-colored hills lying at the foot of the mountains came into view; they curved like two arms about a depression in the plain; and in that depression was Santa Fe, at last!”*
This month we crossed the country for the second time this year, unable to resist the American West and especially the draw of Santa Fe. George sketched, photographed, and designed, inspired by the place and its people, in particular a journey to Galisteo, an artist’s community thirty miles south of the New Mexico capital.
We also enjoyed, thanks to the connections of our friends and collectors Chris and Don Sanders, a private tour of the hidden treasures below the Gerald Peters Gallery in Santa Fe. Our guide, Abigail, shared with us life-size horses by Deborah Butterfield, thickly-painted landscapes by Wayne Thiebaud (famous for his paintings of petit fours and hors d’oeuvres), and the real prize, an original Alfred Stieglitz photograph (below) of his long-time lover, Georgia O’Keeffe (a photograph valued at more than one million dollars).
In Galisteo we visited Woody Gwyn, an artist who paints landscapes and, ironically, seascapes within the 18th century hacienda he shares with his wife Diana. We found him working on a long narrow canvas (one foot by fourteen feet) of Bixby Bridge and the Pacific Coast, an area well known to us on California’s Highway One, and a seemingly odd choice within this land-locked, historic Spanish colonial town.
The Gwyns are the third family in three hundred years to own the Doris-Ortiz hacienda. Built in 1703, its rafters originated with the church built on the same site in 1675. The new structure began as a Spanish trading post, followed by a dance hall and casino, and when the Comanche Indians raided Galisteo in 1712, the women and children hid in the house’s courtyard during the battle. In 1846 the structure became a U.S. cavalry outpost, followed by a general store and finally a bar, popular with movie stars in the 1950s.
Most notable, Archbishop Lamy (1814-1888) made the arduous journey from Lyon, France to Galisteo, New Mexico during the mid-1800s. He lived in a modest room within this same house as he supervised construction of the new church, located just across the street, the only asphalt today in Galisteo, a road paved in the 1940s to ensure safe travel of the atomic bomb to the Trinity site.
“When you live here, you understand we’re all very temporary and it’s just our turn to take care of things,” explained Diana.
This history envelops Woody Gwyn, along with other artists, reminding them daily that they are part of a bigger landscape. (pictured, George Rodrigue and Woody Gwyn)
In Woody’s case, this legacy runs beyond the borders of the town and the span of his lifetime, echoing the Northern Renaissance and prompting my comment,
You do realize, Woody, no one paints like this anymore.
“Yeah,” he replied, “all my best friends have been dead now for hundreds of years.”
(I watched George pick up a disposable make-up applicator from Gwyn’s easel. “No brushes,” he mumbled.)
(pictured above, an oil painting from 2010 by Woody Gwyn, 72×72 inches; “I live a life of sensory deprivation,” says Gwyn)
We enjoyed an impromptu discussion of monotypes, editions of one, a process perfected by the impressionist Edgar Degas. To create the prints, Degas used not only oil paints, but also watercolor and gouache, achieving ‘a unique atmospheric quality.’
“It’s a bastard medium,” explained Gwyn. “It’s not a painting but it is a painting; it’s not a print but it is a print.”
“Kinda fun; like going fishing. You either catch something or you don’t.” -WG
From the Gwyn home, we crossed the dirt road to Priscilla Hoback’s hacienda. A painter and sculptor, Hoback moved to Galisteo in the 1970s. She mines her own clay and colors, firing her heavy wall pieces inside a kiln she made herself, located within the walls of her three hundred year old house.
(pictured, White Spirit Horse by Priscilla Hoback, 36×43 inches)
She lives with her dogs, birds, and horses, surrounded by life and activity in a town of two hundred people, more than half of which are artists:
“It’s just what a girl needs: a house, a studio, and a barn.” -PH
George and I have known Priscilla for years, first through her mother Rosalea Murphy (of Pink Adobe fame, and a wonderful artist in her own right; story here), and in recent years through both her artwork and her friendship. We are enthusiastic collectors of her clay creations, which hang on both the interior and exterior walls of our house. (pictured, George Rodrigue and Priscilla Hoback)
She talks not only about her own work, but also of Woody’s, her ‘poker buddy,’ a ‘fantastic character,’ pointing out his paintings hanging throughout her house, along with those of another Galisteo friend and artist, Fritz Scholder (1937-2005), who gifted her with small paintings of green birds. (pictured, Don Sanders looking at paintings by Priscilla’s friends)
She questions George about his work, and I sit on the side and watch these artistic friends show genuine interest in each other’s projects.
It’s a similar scene of friendship and art back in Santa Fe, where we join Doug Magnus for a tour of his workshop, studying the equipment and processes used to create his handmade designs in gold, silver and turquoise. (pictured, ‘the vault’ at Magnus Studios)
Indeed before we leave Galisteo, Priscilla supports her old friend,
“Have you seen Magnus? There’s a show of his paintings in Santa Fe this afternoon.”
We meet up with the jeweler, who seems embarrassed by his ‘vintage’ paintings:
“You have to keep it up,” he explains. “Painting is one of those things you can lose; I have to feel comfortable with the brushstroke. These are those kinds of paintings, the ones I created after I hadn’t picked up my brush in a long time.”
George and I love them, and we bought one, a painting of an adobe house in the snow, foreshadowing the Christmas holidays we’ll spend in Santa Fe this December.
(pictured, George Rodrigue holding a painting by Doug Magnus, Doug Magnus, Wendy, Chris and Don Sanders holding a photograph by Dana Waldon, another talented artist-friend, who also shot this picture)
It is in Santa Fe that George experiences artistic camaraderie. He admires these artists, their works, and their techniques. He gets lost in discussions of kilns, photography, and turquoise, almost shy when Woody suggests they work on monotypes together during our next visit, or when Priscilla hints (with obvious admiration) for signed copies of his latest books.
He feels understood here in a way that eludes him in south Louisiana, an area where, perhaps just because it’s home, the Blue Dog as a concept supersedes the Blue Dog as a piece of art, where public familiarity and misunderstanding blur the artistic, symbolic, and even civic intent of his work as far back as his Landscapes and Cajun Paintings, and where the Blue Dog Man overpowers the curious, intense, small-town (at heart), down-to-earth and devoted (always) friend, George Rodrigue.
Wendy
*Death Comes for the Archbishop, Willa Cather, 1927
to learn more about Rodrigue’s Santa Fe history and paintings, see the post “Rosalea Murphy, the Pink Adobe, and Paintings of Evergreen Lake“
unless otherwise noted, all photographs in this post are by George Rodrigue, October 2010
pictured above, a casual shot during a modeling session (notice the couch in the first image in this post, a working design); although this photograph probably won’t result in a painting, it is George’s favorite, he says, because I look like my mother…
You look beautiful!! love you
You look stunning, really. What a different experience at the Gerald Peters Gallery. I can hardly wait to get back to Doug's vault. It reminds me of a room full of treasure.
Thanks you two – my cousin and my sister! So happy the family is reading-
Love you both-
So thats the couch the Blue Dogs are sitting on in Santa Fe (visit the Staab House while there).
Just a Fan,
Larry Staab
Nice boots too
Hi Larry,
The couch was our big purchase this trip- found at Seret and Sons, George's favorite place for unique finds. Thank you for reading- Wendy
And thanks for noticing my boots!
This was a great post, Wendy. There is nothing like a group of artists getting together to schmooze about art. Artists are just on the same wavelength somehow and share a bond that is so satisfying. I enjoyed reading about these artists in Santa Fe. It sounds like you guys had a fascinating trip to see old friends again and added to your collection as well. The couch that you got is fabulous. I really love it – and you look great on it, Wendy. I'm sure that George will put it into many paintings with and without you and the blue dog.
Thanks Nancy! I cannot recommend the Santa Fe area highly enough for anyone interested in the arts-
Ran across this….while searching for some photos of Galisteo. Woody Gwyn is a good friend, good to see him. Thanks
I absorbed every single beautiful word! Thank you – as I felt as if I were there visiting all these neat colorful folks and viewing their work myself! Salud and enjoy the rest of your trip!
Thank you, Mariana! George and I so enjoy New Mexico, its people and its arts. I'll be blogging soon from southern Utah. Ahhhh, the inspiring West!
Thank you so much for posting this, Wendy. One of my happy places as an artist…love the pics, the sofa, and the love and appreciation which is so apparent in your visit. Xoxo