Rough Sketch

When I left New Mexico, I sold my press to a young artist with a master’s degree from NMSU who practically did cartwheels when I offered to sell it to him. It was a joyful moment for both of us.

And here I am, 2 years later, with a great studio in an old carriage house that offers sufficient room for a press and my great longing for another grasp at the gold ring.