john suazoJohn Suazo. Pueblo Artist

Outside John Suazo’s studio stands an old limestone fence post that once protected the boundaries of a ranch or farm in Oklahoma. On one side, he’s carved half the face and figure of an American Indian. On the adjacent stone face, the rest of the image emerges, only this time rougher — less polished. On the back side of the pillar, it is only rough stone and moss that Suazo nurtures by watering it from time to time. More

The New Face of the Crossroads

Artists are other. They live, not by pedaling the economic machinery, but by peeling off pieces of themselves into various media. They’re in contact with their inner promptings, which prod them to paint the face brown and red and blue. And it becomes a face you love, because you can see all the feelings swirled up in the paint. There may be artists who read supermarket tabloids, count calories and spend all their loose cash on lottery tickets. But that’s not how we see them. Romantic. Esoteric. Passionate. Living in the moment. Perceiving things we can only see because they showed them to us. More

The Photography of Cameron Martinez

By the time he had his epiphany, standing outside Pizza Emergency smoking a cigarette, artist Cameron Martinez had already begun his journey. He’d grown up at Taos Pueblo, where history and mystery layer so thickly over every aspect of life they pervade one’s thinking. He’d studied American Indian history at the University of New Mexico-Taos and found himself enraged, throwing the book against the wall and picking it up again, trying to cope with the centuries of abuse and betrayal. He’d traveled to Hawaii, where he studied business, of all things, and discovered the ocean. More