Artist blog

An important part of this Kimball residency is to hold a space that invites people to travel within a safe and welcoming place. Leo designed lettering and painted the walls with directions and associated elements as per the Toltec tradition. This helps set the stage and gives people a familiar and useful reference.

Some people have asked about this and know of other designations. I used what I learned from my Curandera teacher, Tereza Iñiguez-Flores in her healing circles that I attend on a regular basis. We have collaborated together and her teachings helped me find an appropriate intention as I began to conceptualize this show. For more info see her web site http://tierramorena.net/index.html.

By Kim Shuck:

In June 2010 Michael Horse, painter, actor, musician etc, was my partner in a residency at the de Young museum in San Francisco. He wanted this. He gave me a drawing... told me where the horses were to go and what colors... In most ways this is his work... aside from the hours of actually making the piece, that is. Looks pretty good I think. Not sure I would work with anyone else this way but... he's one of a kind.

For more information about Michael's work plug his name into youtube.com and hear him talk about it himself.

Poems from the residency

Kim Shuck
June 2010

Morning Prayer 2010
Sing me a song of beans and crows at breakfast this
Morning's riot of Queen Anne's Lace at the foot of
Stairs which, let's face it, wouldn't even make good firewood the
Plums in their own ceremony of fixing sugars
Sing me a song of silliness and horses of
Feeling your way around a curve of an image that will
Tear you up, you can't forget to cry that
Dust that water off of the cypress bough

Sing me a song of yellow horses of
Horses bright as backyard plums of that
Redtail, he's wondering if my beads are
Food and if he can get through the glass and have them

Sing of being weary, of being good to each other please
Sing something sort of quiet something that won't

On the way past the bandshell I noticed that the puddle the squirrels were drinking out of yesterday had dried up. Fog all gone... It's quite hot actually.

More feathers.

The various animals didn't come around today. There were human visitors of varying sorts. I'm embarrassed to admit the major focus of the day. It wasn't profound. Mostly just feathers.

I left the lights down when I came in, opened the blinds for light and started in on the beading: feathers and feathers.

The group project proceeds. I'm beading feathers.