First, some good news—we recently learned that our proposal to be featured in the inaugural edition of the Horizon Review has been accepted. Up to now, we’ve relied on social media, occasional newsletters and word of mouth to communicate about our multimedia collaborative art project, They Had No Time to Say Goodbye, about the ongoing crisis of missing and murdered Indigenous women. Finally, our diverse collective, scattered throughout the area, was in one place to be interviewed for the article—out

The biggest, newest and most exciting event is that our They Had No Time to Say Goodbye collective has teamed up with Amanda Erickson, producer and director of She Cried That Day! This is Amanda’s first feature length documentary. It chronicles the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Relative’s crisis through the lens of one Indigenous woman haunted by her sister’s unsolved murder. We, Patricia Yazzie (Diné), Sandi Ludescher, a New Mexican portrait painter, and

My recent trip to Europe was part fun, part work. I spent time with family and friends in Hamburg and Glüeckstadt, Germany; Ferragudo and Lisbon, Portugal; also London, England. Naturally, me being me, I visited art galleries and museums in the majority of these places. Perhaps the most powerful of these experiences was my visit to the Museu do Aljube in Lisbon. Here the rise and fall of the dictator Salazar, whose nationalist party came

Earlier this year I had a second solo exhibition since moving to Albuquerque: Rose Marie Prins: Paintings, at ChatterAbq. I was thrilled to have finally found a space with walls high enough to accommodate my large mixed media paintings, most of them on unstretched canvas. These works are primarily from a series of paintings I started when I last lived in New Mexico. I continued working on the series in Virgina and then Florida. Below

In the late summer of 2022 I moved to New Mexico. I made the move for many reasons, but high on my list was that I missed the mountains and mesas and the vast landscape of the high desert.  Before I left St. Pete—that sleepy little town that I arrived in twenty-two years ago that became unrecognizable as progress, and tourism, discovered it—I participated in one final exhibition. This was Beyond Words: Celebrating the Art