santa fe artists

[cleofus1]

so have any of you know or been aquainted with santa fe artists?

i'm too close to the subject to be critical...but i do love the art my pals have created over the years...

questions? comments?

[mopinko]

1. link?

[cleofus1]

2. link?

here's an example of Elizabeth Abeyta's artwork...

[cleofus1]

3. here's another

just to show what can be done with clay sculpture

[mopinko]

4. pretty cool

how big are they?
i would think that these would sell, if the price was right, in the santa fe market, although i don't know how well they would do elsewhere.

[cleofus1]

5. elizabeth sells all over the US

the bottom one runs about 1k
Price Range: $575 - 3,200.

[mopinko]

6. good for her!

always nice to see someone making money!

[cleofus1]

10. Elizabeth Abeyta Navaho

sorry forgot to mention her tribal affiliation...

[Longgrain]

7. I am not, but interesting in seeing more...

No real reason for posting except to welcome you, cleofus1, to the group.

I've been away for a while, but I'll be around.


:hi:

[cleofus1]

8. last image for Liz....

she is so skilled...i've always admired he work...

[cleofus1]

9. Mateo Romero Cochiti Pueblo

my ole pal Mateo is also doing very well he does oils mostly

[cleofus1]

11. Mateo comments on his art

At the turn of the millennium, I remain a Pueblo Luddite. I am infatuated with fountain pens, analog clocks, sable brushes, oil paint, and clay and minerals from the ground. I inherently distrust beauracracies (both Indian and non), corporations, electronic media, lawyers, governments, sunbelts, gunbelts, and the IRS. About the only common ground I find with my colleagues is Tribal government (which also seems shifty at times), a necessary evil where social interaction and positive change can occur.
I have always felt driven to make art, at an early age by my artist’s family around me, later by my narcissistic need to say something to whomever listens, and finally as a lifelong vocation and commitment to changing the world. I feel that I have been chosen by the work.

For me, the act of making art is like discovering the innocence of childhood again framed within adulthood. The act of losing oneself completely, becoming immersed in the medium and the mark making process is as old as time itself, unselfconscious, like marks scratched in the overhang of the canyon walls. From these periods where I close the studio door and lose myself come my most productive works.

I have been seduced by muscular, sensual painting. I am married to gesture, movement, colors that breathe, impasto palette knife work, thin washes of carefully drawn in paint. These formal qualities of easel painting have remained signature elements of my work, and I will continue to be faithful to them. They have contained a philosophical framework of how I view the world around me.

[cleofus1]

12. this one is called "the sentinal"

evokes a mood...

[cleofus1]

13. detail from commanche dancer

Mateo Romero

[Ophelia Rising]

14. Awwww....

I used to live in Santa Fe....I miss it sooooo much! Seeing all that art makes me homesick! All the art you have shared is so captivating! When I lived there, it was so wonderful for me to be in an atmosphere that really helped me get in touch with my Native roots. Even though some of my ancestors were Lakota Souix, I still felt the same vibes I get when I am in South Dakota near the Black Hills. If I ever get really rich, I'm going to buy my first vacation house near Santa Fe, around Abiquiu (that's why I say if I ever get rich!). That place truly has an amazing energy! I spent last summer down in the plaza in Santa Fe facilitating an open studio art station right next to the Palace of the Governers. I met some really great friends there! Man, I'm going to miss not being there for Indian Market this year! Someday I'll get to go back....

[cleofus1]

15. sometimes

i miss it so much it hurts...my dad and brothers and sisters and neices etc still live there...so hopefully one day i'll go back...but my wife and kids are alaska natives and it would be hard for them to leave here...