Hands, Heart, Land, Table
When we arrive at the table, we witness an assortment of heads intermittently lowered in praise-filled bites, not prayer, trying to draw the meal out as long as possible. No food grows cold or is left over, which is the ultimate compliment to the chef. What is New Mexican-based art, if not our foods? The arts all carry the opportunity to permeate our minds and hearts, traveling different routes to our scatterplot of available senses.