Artist StatementA walk in the arroyo on a cold November morning, when the leaves had been wind-stripped from the deciduous poplars, i encountered mysterious bright balls nestled in a tangle of dead leaves. I discovered them to be the yellow calabacitas, wild-growing squash, the only bright object in the frosty hued rift.
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Poplars and Calabacitas16 x 20
2014 Bright alone in the dried and windblown riverbed, the calabacitas bring a cheery hope to the end-time of autumn.
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