"Never let go of the fiery sadness called desire." -- Patti Smith
It’s hard to find a city more beautiful than Santa Fe in the winter… the sun sparkling on the snow-covered adobe walls, the crisp cold air and crystal blue skies, and the scent of pinon and juniper smoke. The tourists are gone for the season and the city belongs to the people who call Santa Fe home once again.
I have a weekly ritual during the winter. Each Friday I spend the afternoon in front of the fireplace at the Teahouse catching up on work and drinking Spicy Santa Fe Mochas. Then there's a slow stroll through the art galleries as I work my way down Canyon Road until I end up at Secreto Lounge for margaritas.
It’s funny how much of my life is built around little rituals like this. And how the memories of these little rituals can surface years later and inspire my artwork.