April 9, 2018

Who Are These Invisible Clouds



















Who are these invisible clouds
April 20, 2018
5:00 pm - 9:00 pm

Santa Fe Art Institute
1600 St Michaels Dr
Santa Fe, NM 87505
sfai.org

This exhibition features work created in response to ongoing oil and gas extraction in the Greater Chaco Region and site-specific experiences shared among Daniel Tso, Sunny Dooley, and Land Arts of the American West and SFAI resident artists. Drawing on this time together, this one-night event presents works and performances that reveal connections between capitalism and extraction, while puncturing these with creative, alternative, disruptive, and kin-forming ideas, languages, and practices.

ARTISTS:
Adele Ardent
Viola Arduini
Jeanette Hart-Mann
Ryan Henel
Amy Catherine Hulshoff
Alex Kinney
Gil Ngolé
Ruby Pluhar
Paul Ross
Mikala Sterling

Free and open to the public

Many thanks to everyone who has made this possible through sharing their experiences, stories, contributing to this collective effort, and supporting the Land Arts of the American West program. Thank you Daniel Tso, Sunny Dooley, Asha Canalos, Jonah Yellowman, SFAI Resident Artists Gil Ngolé, Syrus Marcus Ware, Melisse Watson, Su-Ying Lee, Xenia Benivolski, Santa Fe Art Institute, Department of Art and College of Fine Arts at the University of New Mexico, and Lannan Foundation.

Land Arts of the American West: to inspire and support environmentally and
socially engaged art practices through field-based bioregional teaching, collective
learning, interdisciplinary research, community collaboration, and creative forms
of publication and exhibition.

For further information about Land Arts of the American West:
http://landarts.unm.edu
http://unmlandarts.blogspot.com
http://facebook.com/landartsunm
http://www.instagram.com/unmlandarts

Contact:
Jeanette Hart-Mann, Director, Land Arts of the American West
hartmann@unm.edu

November 28, 2017

Untitled

By Viola Arduini
White Sands National Monument
October 31, 2017

Adele told me to walk towards the two peaks on the right of the mountains. Just keep walking straight for a couple of miles and you'll find the cottonwoods, that's what she said. I walked, and walking allowed me to becoming aware of the landscape. My eyes to the peaks, trying to trace the straightest line my feet and the desert would allow me, avoiding plants, climbing dunes. On my way back to camp, I stepped on my own footprints. I played Sigur Ros music for most of the walk. I wanted to see if I could trick my brain and pretend I was in Iceland.



I eventually found the cottonwoods. The tiniest cottonwoods I saw in my life. Beautiful in their yellow shades on the white sands. Trees without a visible river.