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In New Mexico, a small adobe village sits atop a mesa. The village once existed on a nearby mesa before the rains came and washed away the only access to the top. The air is clear, the sky is very deep blue and ladders still lean against the roofs, seeming to reach the moon. This painting is my own response to the dwellings blending into the endless variety of colors in the desert - the illusive reds, yellows, purples, golds, lavenders. Earth's planes, primary forms, space and light, baked in the sun and done to a golden brown.
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