National Cowboy Museum show with friend Kay Williams. Note the giant wine glasses.

National Cowboy Museum show with Kay Williams. Note the giant wine glasses.

And I’ve been so blessed to have another great year (artistically), thanks to the many friends and angels who have supported my art, as well as my hard-working gallery owners who represent and sell my work.  I couldn’t do it without them.  I was honored to have had my paintings find wonderful homes this year at both the Bosque Arts Classic and the National Cowboy Museum in Oklahoma City (that museum is definitely worth a visit ~ allow several hours!). And the annual artists anniversary show at Worrell Gallery in Santa Fe, NM in June was a super event, as always.  I am thankful for all of these opportunities.

Yep, it's true about armadillos and leprosy.

Yep, it’s true about armadillos and leprosy.

At the ranch, there are always animals to be rescued, and this year there were several armadillos I found that were obviously ill.  I tried to revive and care for them, even taking one to a licensed rehabber, but the poor creature did not survive.  Ultimately, Geronimo and I were banished for a while (see accompanying photo).  [Dear Webmaster: No, I will not remove this.  This is MY blog.]


"Overture in Black and White", 18x24 oil

“Overture in Black and White”, 18×24 oil

Back in the studio, I’ve painted more Holsteins than Texas Longhorns this year, either sprouting wings or showing up in unexpected places.  As well as the occasional dog, perched on his/her special furniture (see website).  But how I love the Holsteins… their body build, the interesting graphic patterns of their coats, the sheer “cowness” of them!


"Cattle Egrets", 20x20 oil.

“Cattle Egrets”, 20×20 oil.

Detail from "Cattle Egrets"

Detail from “Cattle Egrets”

But I’ve also painted birds…. cattle egrets, to be exact (Bubulcus ibis) … those small white egrets found all over Texas and the rest of the United States.  The literature states they feed primarily on grasshoppers and crickets which they obtain by associating with grazing cattle.  But I have no proof of that.  I just paint what I observe.

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the  night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.  I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.  I come into the presence of still water.  And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”   ~ The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry

Have a wonderful holiday season and best wishes for 2017.

Till next time,

~ Sandra