January 28, 2016

Stories Out/In Place

Exhibition: February 5 - February 26, 2016
Opening Reception: Friday, February 5 from 5 - 7 pm
Gallery Hours: Wednesday and Friday 10am – 6pm or by appointment

CFA Downtown Studio
113 4th St NW, Albuquerque
Contact: cfadowntownstudio@gmail.com

This exhibition presents a diverse body of creative works that employ art as a critical voice aimed at generating dialogue and awareness around social and environmental justice issues. The artists in this exhibition spent weeks in the field participating in the UNM Land Arts of the American West Program while investigating Resource Extraction as a toxic legacy for Navajo communities, as well as learning about the Gila River and its potential diversion. This exhibition shares these artists’ inquiries through art.

Paula D. Barteau
CB Bryan
Harriet Fawcett
Clark Frauenglass
Jeanette Hart-Mann
Ryan Henel
Joanna Keane Lopez
Sarah Molina
Kacie Erin Smith

With Special Guests: Running With Arrows, Malcolm Benally, and Larry Emerson

For further information about Land Arts of the American West:

Land Arts of the American West
Land Arts of the American West, at the University of New Mexico, is an ongoing experiment and interdisciplinary model for creative and critical arts pedagogy based in place. This program puts students in direct contact with place of the American Southwest through Field Investigations, Research, Creative Production, and Public Presentation/Dissemination. During the program, students travel extensively throughout the Southwest for up to 50 days, while camping and investigating environmental sites, human habitation systems, and questions facing the region. Methodologies include the melding of direct experience, critical research, creative inquiry, interdisciplinary collaboration, and artistic production. Recent topics of investigations have focused on Watershed, US/Mexico Border, Foodshed, Utopian Architecture, Land Use, Eminent Domain, Resource Extraction, and Rights of Nature.

 Image: La Llorona (video still) HD Video, Harriet Fawcett and Joanna Keane Lopez, 00:04:02, 2015

January 11, 2016

Ucross A Portait in Place

Ucross A Portrait in Place

Friday, January 22
Opening reception 3pm
Panel Discussion 4pm

Yale University
School of Forestry and Environmental Studies
Kroon Hall
195 Prospect Street
New Haven, CT

In 2013, a group of artists, originally connected through the Land Arts of the American West program at the University of New Mexico, intersected with a group of ecologists from the Yale School of Forestry & Environmental Studies in Ucross, Wyoming (population 25). The collaboration that formed over the past three years brought the language of contemporary art to an investigation of Ucross. Artists and ecologists worked together to target specific aspects of Ucross knowing that the joint exhibition would provide a synthesis, a unified portrait in place. Following a successful gallery show at the Ucross Foundation art gallery in Wyoming, the group is thrilled to bring the show out of its place of origin, and honored to share Ucross: A Portrait in Place with students, faculty, staff, and community at F&ES and Yale University.

Charlie Bettigole
Cynthia Brinich-Langlois
Bill Gilbert
Jeanette Hart-Mann
Yoshi Hayashi
Joesph Mougel
Cedra Wood

December 7, 2015


By Clark Frauenglass
White Sands
October 22, 2015

Harriet and I decided to spend the night in hammocks rather than deal with unpacking and repacking our tents for just one night. Everything was great until about 2 in the morning, when I woke up to the realization that I was earth-shatteringly cold. I could feel the heat leaching out of my body through the bottom of the hammock. The skin on my back felt frozen. Trapped in my sleeping bag, afraid that any sudden movements might spill the hammock, I quietly sang all the sun related songs I could thing of, praying for morning to hurry the hell up already! 3 hours later, unable to stand the cold a minute longer, I threw caution to the wind, fell out of my hammock, and made a made dash for the van, wearing my sleeping bag like a cape. There I spent the remaining hour of darkness wondering why I hadn’t moved sooner.  Harriet stuck it out.

December 6, 2015


By Clark Frauenglass
Big Bend
October 17, 2015

The area we are camped is surrounded by mesas. Each one has it’s own distinct geological characteristics. I’ve become obsessed with collecting rocks, I cannot stop picking them up! My hands and knees are covered in cuts and bruises from scrambling all over the cliff sides after selenite crystals and weird volcanic composites. I went down particularly hard right on top of a cactus and have been pulling spines out of my belly all evening.

December 5, 2015

Dancing on the dunes

By Eleanora Jaroszynska
White Sands
October 22, 2015

Clear Waters

By Sarah Molina
Turkey Creek/ Gila
October 16-20, 2015

Slept in the cargo van last night. The temperature right now is pretty nice. 

It’s so windy. It’s also really hot. Mexico is really beautiful. Everything in Texas is pokey.

I hate Texas. Not only does it want to kill you, but it blows sand in your face constantly. Closed Canyon is really nice though.

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By Eleanora Jaroszynska
Turkey Creek/ Gila
October 14, 2015

“Basket weaving is like music. There is the structure but with the freedom to develop patterns and unique design…”


Lost Again

By Clark Frauenglass
Turkey Creek/ Gila
October 13, 2015

I got lost again. I decided to take a night time dip in the hot spring along the edge of the river, but somehow failed to find the path in the dark. Instead of being sensible and back tracking until I found the entrance, I decide to just whack my way straight through the bushes to the edge of the river and hike down stream. Unfortunately, while bushwhacking, I got turned around and ended up heading up stream instead. I hiked through the freezing cold water for about half a mile before realizing my mistake. The spring is a short five-minute walk from my tent. It took me an hour and a half to find it.

It’s amazing how alone you can feel out here, even when there’s someone sleeping in a tent 10 yards away. Sitting alone in the hot spring at night, staring at the stars, surrounded by the rustle of unidentifiable creatures just beyond your field of vision, it’s not hard to imagine you’re the only person around for miles and miles. Totally worth the hike.