It's a big yellow warehouse, entrance is on the east side
of the building. Parking is always available at the
Post Office directly diagonal from the gallery.
GALLERY HOURS:
Sunday 12-4pm
or by appt.
*FYI gallery hours only when
exhibitions are up
(505) 417-0172
Stripped away from all that used to make up the silhouetted form I was, I entered the chapter that would become my wilderness. I hid within the words on the pages of my diary. I gave more energy to the fantasy worlds created in my head, procrastinating the building and reconstruction of my character and physical journey. Distracted from finding my purpose and place in this world, I spent my time sabotaging anything that was meant for me, trying to protect the most important thing to me, peace. I released the most intimate versions of myself in places where only clarity could bare, my diary. Nevertheless, those were the places I felt most safe and true to the dreams and desires I never knew I could have access to. In my journal, lies the statement, “no matter how quiet I am, I, somehow, still am the loudest.” This statement deeply defined each stage of my life, each part of my being, withholding any undiscovered potential I may have carried and opportunity that waited for me. My purpose was too loud for the person I kept hidden.