Hills Snyder

For The Trees Matthew Ronay’s Between The Worlds, at the Hudson (Show)Room, Artpace, appears alternately rooted and nomadic. Yurt, grotto, hall of mirrors, night wood, it beckons a walk through…

Next morning in Marfa I mail a sixth postcard to Jens Hoffmann. A funny ratio you might say to the two postcards he kept, especially considering that I also sent…

I can sense the Hermes assist as I cross into New Mexico. Out here they call him Coyote. He’s a kind of fellow traveler for me and has provided joy,…

Thursday morning Jeff and I head into Lubbock in separate cars. He’ll go east to Dallas for a Texas Artists Today book signing and I’ll go north, but first we…

Fell asleep last night thinking how I had the Lone Ranger flashlight with me and didn’t think to use it. As if it were a different sort of object, than…

The lucky key continued to influence my time yesterday as I wound down from writing. I turned on the TV about one am and found John Ford’s silent film, The…

This is day one of One Kind Favor, a trip I’m taking around the state and into New Mexico, reversing the route taken by Jens Hoffmann, Director of the CCA…

…what living in the country means: It’s sitting in a little bitty restaurant, looking out the window at a cow, but you only have powdered creamer for your coffee. —…

The following text served as the script for a performance, Beyond post To Kellogg’s, given at the McNay Art Museum in San Antonio, October 12, 2002. As part of a…

Two seconds. The average length of time a spectator spends looking at a painting. A statistic that has received more than its share of reiteration, more than its fifteen minutes…