swami gets a gallery show
first, apologies for being really bad about returning pm's. i've been a little preoccupied.
i'm culturally displaced. i'm uneasy. maybe we all are. i want to make a mark. i wonder sometimes if i have a shadow. i don't know. i'm just trying to find my
space. find my heart. work it all out. i take in a lot and i try to give a little light back. there's a place on the graph where art and science and magic intersect.
i think that's where i want to be. i think there's something for me there, something of me there.
when i'm in the city, i want to be in the desert. when i'm in the desert, i want to be in the ocean. it's like that itch *somewhere* between your shoulder blades. the one you can never quite scratch. i feel like that all the time. my receptor sites ache.
photons play a part of that. in my ancestral language, my name is gomo waseyah. it means "soars in light".
one of the things that gives me pleasure is photography. i wear out cameras. i love the ritual of film. the mystery and the reward. the grounding and the learning; not the looking, but the seeing. there's something about the talisman of a good old camera. the hallpass to magic.
my mother also photographs. at the last heard museum indian market we were approached by the museum of contemporary native arts and asked if we were interested in having a gallery show.
santa fe is the big leagues. there was no decision.
we've been burning countless hours photographing, processing, printing, framing... and we're done. everything was delivered to the gallery and they'll be hung next
week.
if you're not too far from santa fe, new mexico, i would be honored if you stopped in for a little visit. the show runs from 10/7 to 11/27. i will be at the opening reception (5-7pm on 10/7).
museum of contemporary native arts
lloyd kiva new gallery
108 cathedral place, santa fe nm 87501
yes, some pictures have lasers.

suppose you're thinkin' about a plate o' shrimp. Suddenly someone'll say, like, plate, or shrimp, or plate o' shrimp out of the blue, no explanation. No point in lookin' for one, either. It's all part of a cosmic unconciousness.