micheal horse Articles

Over and Out past the lines Poems from the residency Kim Shuck June 2010 Morning Prayer 2010 Sing me a song of beans and crows at breakfast this Morning's riot of Queen Anne's Lace at the foot of Stairs which, let's face...
One guest during my residency mentioned that he liked the larger canvas of a vest better than, say, a small pouch. I think I smiled and nodded at the time. It was towards the end and my desire to take up each and every...
On the way past the bandshell I noticed that the puddle the squirrels were drinking out of yesterday had dried up. Fog all gone... It's quite hot actually.  More feathers.  The various animals didn't come around today. There...
It's been a long month and my brain is getting sluggish. Fortunately there were many people I liked around today.I gave an interview and found out how tired I am then headed in to work. Gallery time was relatively uneventful...
Another magical foggy day. This time with tomatoes and raspberries. Well, that and my first official day without Mr. Horse. I knew it was going to be difficult so I brought fruit. Fruit and Knopfler and Clapton... I also...
On June 18th, during the Cultural Encounters evening event, I sat down with current artist-in-residence, Michael Horse, to find out more about his background and artistic influences. Born near Tucson, Horse is of Yaqui,...
Today had both frenetic and soothing aspects. I had breakfast with one of our amazing poets on the bill for Friday: devorah major, poet laureate of San Francisco emerita, amazing performer and above all friend. We ate...
We only had a very few folk in today, so we both got a good deal of work done and talked about bad Native themed movies. Well, we talked about different kinds of movies, but we talked most about what I call 'Bad Indian...
Last Friday I did a poetry reading elsewhere, so I had not yet experienced the gallery on a Friday evening. Wow. Just wow.Fridays are a long day to begin with. We technically start at 1pm, but I'm a morning person so I'm...
June 4—A second foop A few years ago I was given a set of meditation bells in a rosewood box. You were meant to tip the box over and some number of ball bearings inside would adhere to these sticky disks on the top of the...