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Welcome
I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters.
For the first eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our Mountain daughters. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Author Archives: rick mobbs
Portrait of Fernanda and Notes on Process
This is an edited re-posting of of something I wrote a few days ago, hopefully free of blather. I picked up a virus from the kids and while they recovered quickly I developed pneumonia, a condition I am predisposed to. … Continue reading
Catfish and Snapper
Catfish and Snapper. A little something from my friend, Don Jorge.
Hiroshi Sueyoshi and Jane on their swing through Santa Fe
I guess how to do this will come back to me as I write. And I need to write. First though, I am transferring my facebook post about Hiroshi and Jane’s visit over to this site. Because I know how … Continue reading
Broken Angel (Last Call)
What I have been up to. Beside being a daddy, working in the movies and etc. Here is a picture of a work-in-progress. Wax at this point, about 22 inches tall, ready to gate and vent and cast in bronze … Continue reading
living with one bowl?
Putting back more than I take? Good Orderly Direction? Not things I’ve been thinking about. A lot of bowls would have to go. I try to back to life. Good Orderly Direction? No. Maybe time for inventory? Look at who I am … Continue reading
Coal Miner’s Granddaughter
Looking over these photos I posted elsewhere I thought they might be of interest to some of you. The photos are from a movie called “Country Justice”, filmed in Tazewell Virginia. (For a while it was known as “Coal Miner’s … Continue reading
ann, again
A note, and a response. . . New comment on your post “Ann Bunting-Mock” Author : Jeanne Scheerbaum Comment: May, 2012 I just read a wonderful article by Ann Bunting-Mock in American Quilter magazine, January 2008. Just want you, whomever you are, … Continue reading
back again
About finished with Tin Star, a pilot for a proposed Western series. If all goes well then there will be continuing gainful employment for at least some of the film community here. Lone Ranger crewing up in ABQ. Building an … Continue reading
Rest in Peace, Troy Davis
Troy Davis, Born October 9th, 1968. Killed at the stubborn whim of the state of Georgia September 21, 2011.
looking for lost etching press
Hello, my Wilmington NC, ex-creative community (Printmakers in particular!). I seem to have misplaced a very large (6 ft wheel), very heavy (burned out the clutch in my truck driving it down from Boston) and very old (120 years, plus … Continue reading
Glenn Buttkus writes again
Ada at two, standing in front of a jumble of scenes pulled from a full life, just like with Glenn’s Poem I posted below. Now she’s two and a half and painting. A firecracker, born on the 4th of July. … Continue reading
Yemaya’s Children – the Orishas return
Another story from Damyanti in response to the image I put up as a writing prompt for her. I never know what will spark her writing or the direction it will take, but I am always delighted to read what … Continue reading
able, reasonable, experienced, available on short notice
newmexicostoryboards.wordpress.com What is it about self-promotion and competition? Everybody says it is necessary for the artist but most of us hate it. Resume and availability now up on new website. Lots of varied experience in film and TV on the … Continue reading
She came, she bathed, I asked
(A reworking of a poem I wrote in a time of rooming houses, everyday visions, clawfooted bathtubs, visiting friends, tribal ghosts and protectors and conversations with god on the Dorchester Avenue bus.) She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you … Continue reading
what if?
What if we really couldn’t afford to take care of our elderly, infirm, sick, dying, homeless, wounded, maimed, disabled, crazy… ? What if even Defense had a budget so tight the argument over whether to pay for one B-1 Bomber … Continue reading
happy new year everyone
I hope the year proves to be really wonderful for all of us. I raise my little glass of air to you and yours. May we prosper, may we thrive, may we know meaning, love, and joy. May our paths be full … Continue reading
amurin
her bio, lifted from “Stop and Wander“, followed by a comment also sifted from there. amuirin– I’m a blue-skinned bellydancer from the planet Melio 5 (not to be confused with the much more infamous Melio 15, home of Whilse Cornflapper, … Continue reading
ada crazy hair
our little firecracker turned 2 on the 4th of July. I’ve been away from blogging (and painting and writing) for quite a few months. Work, family, a nest full of kids can do that. Does it to me anyway. Starting … Continue reading
firecracker girl turns 2
Ada, our 4th of July baby. I’m returning to something I wrote after she arrived. I made it up of course. I imagine it will be a few more years before she can tell me what it was really like. … Continue reading
hello again…
Friends have left notes here over the past weeks and I have either been too busy – or too idle – to respond. I’m reluctant to return to this blog. Keeping it up requires mental and emotional space I don’t … Continue reading
image prompts
Nanda Sosa just emailed me the pictures below, which are of paintings hanging on the walls of her home in Caracas. I had forgotten them. Which means it has been too long since I visited that beautiful, amazing, troubled country … Continue reading
wish
i wish i was there. i wish i was almost anywhere but here. most especially though, i wish i was there, where you are. these people are weird and this place is strange. the stars don’t look right, neither the … Continue reading
rikki once tikki now taviless
. . Oh, Naomio, де ви? Ти зник в самій тонкої в важнічать I was hoping for an emotionally clear space before heading out later in the week. Instead, I am frazzled to frizzled nub. And very short, too. Much … Continue reading
gerard manley hopkins
This is something I painted for Maria Fernanda Sosa, rolled up and carried to Venezuela to deliver to her. I probably owed her some money, I can’t remember now. Or maybe it was because her daughter, Fernanda Sosa, asked for … Continue reading
song for amuirin
Now Cleo faced the nighttime she thought the urge a little strange her pencil and papers in a stack before her hoping darkness her thoughts would arrange. . She stared out of the window thought of her lover sleeping alone … Continue reading
in with the whirl, out with the swirl
don’t struggle against the irresistible: the answer to surviving a fall into a whirlpool. A small madness took me, and now I am back from Chicago. Four hours in a line stretching around a city block, a five minute interview … Continue reading
Blog Reorganization and Bravo cattle call update
Returning from work taking me so many months away from this blog I have started back by rearranging the furniture here (so to speak), an old, old way of getting control over my life. I used to do it so … Continue reading
War Games; and Bravo’s UNTITLED ART PROJECT
We played paintball in the mountains here, with friends from work. I sprained my ankle and broke a rib and had quarter sized bruises all over my body. I limped for a week and still hold my side when I … Continue reading
firecracker girl turns one: (some of) the year in pictures
Happy 4th (now 5th) of July, everyone, and Happy Birthday, Ada Corinna Meridian Swinton. She is a fierce and funny newcomer, strong and determined. The universe is her home, and for now, we are her country. Who knows where these … Continue reading
and now she’s awake
I swam through the darkness, always upward, my eyes open, seeing ahead through the streaming dark water. On the other side, the wavering image of my father, smiling, holding my eyes as I swam to him. We both knew the … Continue reading
what i saw this morning at 4:30 am as I was leaving Santa Fe
as I was packing to leave the motel to drive to work in Albuquerque
mine enemy grows older 