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A Cochiti Pueblo Story   1 comment

Storyteller Figurine by Mary & Leonard Trujillo Cochiti Pueblo — Image by kenne

Mary and Leonard Trujillo were among the premier figurine potters at Cochiti Pueblo. Very few potters attempt large figurines anymore,
but the Trujillos did, and they did a fine job at it. They had been a pottery-making team since the 1980s.

Mary Tapia (1937- ) was originally from Ohkay Owingeh Pueblo. She married Leonard Trujillo (1936-2017) of Cochiti Pueblo, moved there, and learned to make storyteller figurines from her mother-in-law, Helen Cordero. They taught their daughter Geraldine Trujillo, and it shows in her work. Mary and Leonard’s storytellers are represented in prestigious collections such as the Heard Museum and the School of American Research.Source:

“. . . one twin began to talk. Then the other. They talked quietly, then more quietly.
Everyone grew especially quiet and listened. They listen very carefully.
The twins talked abou† clouds they had seen. They talked about rainbows.
They spoke of thunder and lightning. They talked about the fresh smell of wet earth
and the green things that grow soon after the rain. And pretty soon, one twin blew 
in his hands, and a cloud arose and grew very large. Soon it was raining! Then it began to
thunder and to flash lightning. It rained hard, and everyone ran happily into their homes.
The twins were the first Kossa and became leaders of the village for many good years.”

— from Pueblo Stories and Storytellers by Mark Bahti

I Give To You A Bouquet Of Flowers   2 comments

Photo-Artistry by kenne

I give to you a bouquet of flowers

in the name of my love for you

on this day and our days to come.

— kenne

Scrivere Sempre — Always Write   1 comment

Scrivere Sempre (Always Write) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and
even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated
to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of
them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer,
someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.”

— from The Catcher In The Rye by J. D. Salinger

Cactus Blossom Art   Leave a comment

Cactus Blossom Art by kenne

I feel that a real living form is the natural result
of the individual’s effort to create the living thing
out of the adventure of his spirit into the unknown
— where it has experienced something — felt something —
it has not understood — and from that experience
comes the desire to make the unknown — known —

Making the unknown — known — in terms of one’s medium
is all absorbing — if you stop to think of form — as form
you are lost — The artist’s form must be inevitable — 
You mustn’t think you won’t succeed —

— Georgia O’Keeffe

Pueblo Storytellers   1 comment

A Storyteller Figurine by Ethel Marie Shields – Acoma Pueblo Artist (Passed away on October 16, 2021 at age 95.)

“We would load all the pottery into a wagon and drive to the main road between Grants and Albuquerque
[Route 66]; that was before it was paved. We would sit there at a roadside stand and sell the pottery to
people driving by.”

— Ethel talking about selling pottery with her mother in the early 1940s

When Mud Woman Begins


down my arm
through this clay
forming into
spirit shapes

of men

and children
I have seen
somewhere before.


surging upward
as I mix
this mud
like my mother

as her mother did
with small
brown feet.

Folding into this earth

a decision of
joyful play,
transcending expectations
of fear

or perfection.

Creating spirits

calling invitations
of celebration.
What occurs
in completed form,

and bold,
is motion
from our mother’s skin.

I smile

momentarily satisfied
with my play.
generated from star colors
far from home,

through my feet
blessing my hands
and opening my heart.

— from From Mud Woman, Poems from the Clay by Nora Naranjo-Morse

The Landmark   Leave a comment

“The Landmark” by Enrique Martínez Celaya at The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“We cannot love unless we have accepted the forgiveness,
and the deeper our experience of forgiveness is, the greater is our love.”

– Paul Tillich.

Humankind   1 comment

Santa Fe Sculpture — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“He who risks and fails can be forgiven.

He who never risks and never fails is a failure in his whole being.”

– Paul Tillich.

Nogales Marketplace Shadows   2 comments

Nogales Marketplace Shadows — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Handmade crafts in dark passageways

Damn me not I make a better fool

Just killing time, not looking to buy

In the tourists’ area of Nogales, Sonora

Where a horde of voices and unwed girls

Keep trying to get my attention as I 

Think about a poem I will never write

Of delight that binds us from birth to death.

— kenne


Ukraine Solidarity   Leave a comment

Sunflower — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We Stand In Solidarity With Ukraine!

The Difference Between Good And Bad   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne

we learn at an early age
the difference between
what is good and what is bad.
we know the killing of innocent
people in a conflict is bad —
any child can tell us that.

international law is there
to protect innocent people
yet the laws are so
complicated to enforce

they end up killing us all —
the trama is exhausting.

no amount of arguments
can justify the crime of
attacking unarmed citizens
to do so signifies the rule
of violence by the most
powerful over the weakest.

— kenne

Sailboat In The Bay   Leave a comment

Sailboat In The Bay — Photo-Artistry by kenne


Strange flight, the body
Held at a threshold
And never quite freed

Or quite revealed—
One wing taut with wind,
One wing concealed

Until the wind grows calm
And it shimmers in a shadow-world,
The shape of a sail, yet softer—

The drifting boat
A bird half in air,
Half in water.

— Heather Allen, from Leaving a Shadow 

Prickly Pear Blossom Abstract   2 comments

Prickly Pear Blossom — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Prickly Pear Blossom
Most all nature is ad lib
Theme variations.

— kenne

“I Contain Multitudes”   Leave a comment

“I Contain Multitudes” –Photo-Artistry by kenne

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then,
I contradict myself;
I am large –
I contain multitudes.

— Walt Whitman

* * * * *

“I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again

I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything’s flowing all at the same time
I live on the boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes”

— Bob Dylan


Memories   Leave a comment

“Memories” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Truth and our memories are a series of disjointed facts connected by our imagination,

a distortion of our senses which is why life is an illusion.

— kenne

The Picture Says It All   Leave a comment

Photo-Artistry by kenne (January 18, 2010)

Martin Luther King Jr  was born January 15, 1929 in Atlanta, GA.
Twelve years later, January 15, 1941,
I was born in Atlanta. 

— kenne


Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.

— John Milton

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