Up high by a creek.
08.10.21 · Green on Green
08.06.21 · Mountain Gold
There is still gold in these hills up in Montana.
08.02.21 · Sunset
08.01.21 · Big Sky
Montana: the Big Sky.
Fire: everywhere.
Smoke: mimicking clouds.
Home: how I've missed you.
07.11.21 · Prairie Touches Sky
The great prairie of Wyoming; the land of my birth.
Endless hills and ravines covered in wavering grasslands. Expanse beyond all which is imaginable. Endless life unfolding a flower holding a bird and a rivulet of water quenching an ecosystem.
The prairie is not all flat though our imaginations would have us belive otherwise. Often the void reaches up to touch the sky wanting to experience that other dimensin of limitlessness.
On these occasions the outcroppings are always dramatic. Wind swept for millenium these teeth jut out in strange directions sculpted in myriad forms by the hand of the artist nature. Balanced precariously upon the endless plains of the prairie the relief is unreal and challenges the mind to understand the future.
The expanses of the great praire is as old as could be imagined. Once a vast shallow ocean the ancient life is visible everywere in folds and pockets of the past. More recent is the history of life before the colonists, rock worked by skilled hands to provide life. This place had a imaginative and very real existence before a genocide wiped that memory away.
Now the prairie is overworked and robbed of it's treasures but it knows time in a way our human minds are only able to pretend to grasp and one day all will return to an ocean of supple green grasses.
07.10.21 · Creek Side
Desert rat remembers a creek is actually a creek when it's not in the desert.
It's been ten years now of living full time in the desert and I've become accostomed to not having water. Ever. Much of my life is spent rambling around the Wild; these years in the drylands have made me ever concious of the prescient need for water. I agononize over water sources and conjour fanciful dreams of what I might find when a place on the map indicates there might be water there.
But in the desert a line on the map marked river more often than not really indicates nothing more than a arroyo where water could be present temporariliy if enough fell from the sky at one moment. Most often it's dry and everyone remains parched.
I'm from Montana originally and in my adolescense paid not a moment of thought to water sources, it was taken for granted that I would find water in almost any random draw in the mountains, any hollow, any nook or canyon, they all had water. I did not even think about it as a sprind was always to be found with just a little effort.
I realized today that my transformation to desert rat was fully complete as I spend a few days pondering what the water source would be like at our next camp and just in case we carried a full 20 gallons of water with us. Yes on the map there was indication of a creek but my primal mind would not believe the cartographers. We arrived to find a full blown river by desert standards and water litterally everywhere we could see and then it rained on us and then I knew we were going to be just fine.
Water, water everywhere and every drop to drink.
06.14.21 · Chrysalis
Silk on the rocks.
New experiments in capturing motion and flow.
Woven work "Chrysalis" by Jeannie Ortiz.
05.12.21 · Continual Progress (website)
Building and adding content constantly that is the way. Jeannie and I are creating a new art project together entitled Intentionally Confusing and if you would like a more detailed look at our art practices on a daily level I would encourage you to go there. Think about that site as our long term answer to how do we get off of social media. I hope you like it.
This site is my archive of work. It'll take some time to be fully flushed out as I have much old material to fully document and share in this space. Luckily there is plenty of interesting material already here on this site to keep on entertained for hours. Good luck getting lost in these pages.
Kyle
03.01.21 · Pink Moon
Continued work on the new website, still much to be done but working efficiently to be done by May 11th, 2021. I am working on the about section currently and then will focus on getting a projects section up with description of the various projects and bodies of work I have produced.
The Oeuvre will take quite some additional time to finish, realisitically probably years but in time all works I have documented (which is most of what i've created) will be documented in the Oeuvre.
03.02.19 · Desert Archaic
The Caballo Mountains to the south of Truth or Consequences display a truly astounding cross section of earth’s time; rock layers begin in the Precambrian and continue through the present. Geological time travel: dinosaurs and coral reefs, fern forests and redwood trees, mammoth hunters and atomic bomb builders.
It’s really no wonder that time does not exist in this town – we are but momentary guests in this desert oasis. Experimenters in living: trailers and gardens. Craft essential. Fermentation and broken homes walking again. Expressions of radical identity, intentional or not. Randomness. The inkling we too should live the path of endless migration like the Sandhill Cranes.
Beer, finally! Floater houses. Hotel beds and daydreams of refurbished adobe. Eclipses and the rainbow season. Oh! he rainbow season. Mad Max motor bikes with chopper handle bars and chainsaw motors. Algorithms and targeted digital advertising. Lamp-making, now there is an idea: Fiat Lux!
Friendships and tribulations yield stronger bonds and family: river float, potluck, hot springs, bbq and beer (perfect summer day). The blinding white light of 116 degrees Fahrenheit: June. Rattlesnakes and mosquitoes. Oryx, elk, mountain lion, deer, mountain goats, turkeys, coyotes and javelinas. Tarantulas. Bob Cats.
Scrawls on a rock and spray paint on a wall: lore and myth making. Blossoming community, ethos, identity. New voices echoing up and down the Rio Grande rift; mountains rise, valleys sink. We articulate stories and birth future artifacts with our bare hands. No longer murdering mammoths with Clovis points but still in awe of nature.
We etch our story upon this intergalactic oasis; time traveling the eons among fossils vibrating ever so slightly in dance as they know our gaze is upon the piercing crystalline stars in still primal deserted darkness. We are temporarily tethered nomads enshrining mythologies onto the grand arc of time and place which is this bend in the river, heated by sleepy super volcanoes.