Aggie Logic

Villanueva Donates Art to Community Hospice

While at my exhibit at the Foley Performing Arts Center, I was honored with the opportunity, along with many other artists from the Center, to donate our art to the Community Hospice of Baldwin County, AL.

My appreciation to the Foley Onlooker for publishing this and providing me with a copy.

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Art Critique, Reviews & Press

 

45 minute audio interview on Dave Warner's show,  Exposing the Great Masters of Photography.

I narrate a 2009 slide show of my work created by Dave Warner after we interviewed on his show, Exposing the Great Masters of Photography. What an honor is was to be on his show.

Art Critique & Reviews

Gloria Gales, Art Dealer, The Business of Art. Download Art review by Gloria Gales. 

Download Rio Grande Sun Review of my work in Rio Grande Sun newspaper, New Mexico.
 

Media Coverage

 Download Aggie interview Mobile Reg txt, Aggie's View in the Mobile Register, Mobile, AL by Thomas Harrison 

Aggie's view: Foley Art Center presents photos by Aggie Villanueva by AL.com, printed by The Press Register. Mobile Register Blog.

 

 

Serenity in Design interview by Cynthia Martin Thomas by Serenity in Design Blogspot.

5 Questions With Aggie Villanueva, interview by Kathy Widrick, Executive Producer at Growing Bolder.

Your Niche or Style article for Imagekind Blog. Commentary on the article  Your Niche or Style.

Download Featured artists at discovered artists review by Discovered Artists.

LINK IS DEAD: Download Grandma Moses of the American Southwest Coming to Foley, in The Onlooker, Baldwin County, AL

LINK IS DEAD:  "Grandma Moses" of American Southwest Exhibits in Foley, in The Mullet Wrapper, Gulf Shores, AL.

LINK IS DEAD:  Fabulous Interview Posted, by Beate Chelette at PhotoSecrets Blog

 

Audio/Video Interviews

Dave Warner, LensFlare 35, Exposing the Great Masters of Photography

Audio link is dead: Return Entryway into Paradise, on Artists First Radio, Aging Outside the Box, interviewed by Shirley W. Mitchell. (Scroll down to the 2009 Archive and click on Return Entryway into Paradise.)

Audio link is dead: Timing: the Logic Behind the Lens, on Artist First Radio, Aging Outside the Box, interviewed by Shirley W. Mitchell. (Scroll down to the 2009 Archives and click on Timing: the Logic Behind the Lens.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Story Behind My Art

Life in the Northern New Mexico Mountains

As glimpsed by Photographer Aggie Villanueva

The Gallina mountain valley is a unique pocket of fertility amid the semi-desert terrain of most of New Mexico. It’s a haven that used to supply its people their every need, and still does to a degree—to a greater degree if the Forest Rangers don’t catch you.

Settling in rural northern New Mexico in 1996, I’ve been so enamored of the environment and it’s people, and so ensconced in the lifestyle that I’ve spent years attempting to capture it’s essence in frame and within my heart.

When I discovered this realm it was as if I’d been called; as if everything about it was a dream I had dreamt my entire life, but only subconsciously remembered. I longed to live and learn and grow here, and just plain absorb the wisdom that emanates from every cliff and crag.

There are rich, beautiful National Forests and BLM lands everywhere, as throughout the state. Yet rural residents of New Mexico usually exist at below poverty level, when just a few generations ago, every need was supplied by the land, and hard work.

Still, the Gallina valley is blessed with several precious river waters that sluice the village in flowing acequias (a-say-kias), sustaining the verdant rolling hills and fields of the village.

This collection is meant to be slightly poetic, because that’s how I see life here. Our niche in the Gallina mountain valley of northern New Mexico is a life apart, literally. The closest WalMarts is an hour and a half drive one-way. That’s also our closest pharmacy. A two-hour drive will get you to the closest decent hospital or doctor, or Sears or furniture store, or photo developer or movie theatre. One bank serves a circumference of 200 miles.

There are no phone companies, Hobby Lobby’s or drive through fast-food restaurants in Gallina and the surrounding villages. In fact, there are only two places of business in these villages. But there is no lack of churches and liquor stores.

Many of us women make our own barbeque and spaghetti sauce and the like, and can it along with wild orchard fruits and our veggies. I’ve never tasted a sweeter fruit than the cherry-sized wild plums and apples in the village, or the local choke cherry jelly. The wild asparagus fields are a closely guarded treasure.

Residents don’t run down to the store or drive-through to grab something for supper. Almost daily the beans are pressure-cooking and the red or green chili already on the table beside the fresh, steaming tortillas.

Most cooking is done from scratch. One day I ran out of the breadcrumbs I had dried to make stuffing for our wild turkey dinner and a friend sent me a sack she had on hand. Not only had she dried them herself, but began with homemade rolls she makes every week. Her dried homemade breadcrumbs made the most flavorful and the best texture of any dressing I’ve ever made.

Fresh goat milk is abundant, from which many still make our cheeses and butter. Most of us kill and pluck our own fowl, our arms bloodied helping our husbands butcher goats, hogs, cow, deer, and elk. We slice the fat layer from the outside of the hogs for chicharrone, rendering our own lard when we fry the chicharrone. We treasure the heart and liver, some even saving the hides for tanning.

We use everything possible. If you see a deer or elk antler hat rack in someone’s home, they didn’t order it from a Cabalas catalogue, they salvaged it from their source of meat. We build adobe hornos and harvest corn for drying in them to make chicos. And the blood from hog butchering makes the traditional morcilla, which means black (blood) sausage.

Hidden in these mountains are the toughest, tenderest, most generous and knowledgeable women I’ve ever known though economically depressed. Life is hard for everyone. The unemployment rate is close to ninety percent.

The highest paying jobs are logging, which is dangerous, seasonal and only for the very healthy and young. Even married men must travel far and wide to find logging jobs. Some are lucky enough to be ranchers, having family land passed down for generations. And even for them life is full of hard work to meet daily needs that city folk take for granted.

As in day’s of old, the spring, summer and autumn is made up of scurrying to prepare for winter. Not only is the income level depressed, there are none of the conveniences that 95% of Americans take for granted. Some of us get snowed in for weeks at a time. Even if you can get to the highways, they are too iced over to get to the cities.

Flagstone and gravel, provided by Mother Earth, is harvested for use by her inhabitants. People like us can replace the rotted wood skirting of our cabins & floors with enduring flagstone without cash, but at the price of sweat and know-how. Gravel to tame mud, and moss-rock flagstone for durability and beauty, are for the taking, if you know where to find it.

Because of low-income and high unemployment rates, everyone is a jack-of-all-trades. Most can’t afford to pay for services. We freely help each other with everything from building a home, plumbing, masonry work, roofing, auto mechanicing, errands, gardening, butchering and packaging, and gathering firewood, because for most that is the only source of heat.

During monsoon season, when weather is its dampest, we go mushrooming. I’ve picked the most delicious field mushrooms, not to mention the golden and white chantrels, which are gourmet dishes in fine restaurants.

With these fleshy field fungi I’ve sautéed bagfuls in butter and garlic, composed simmering symphonies of mushroom onion soup unsurpassed anywhere, and dried them for winter use.

Many lost skills are in constant use here, like doctoring the ill. Each year I go digging Osha root with friends to get us through the flu season with all its infections and respiratory problems. And we harvest many other wild herbs for medicinal reasons. I’ve learned of onion tea, vinegar and alum rinses for healing strep throat and innumerable other cures.

We harvest wild asparagus and raspberry patches. We hunt and butcher (you’ll never taste more tender meat, because the fathers have taught the sons how to skin, clean, and cut the grain, removing the tendons.) It’s time consuming, but work & time is how we survive. Time isn’t money here; it’s survival. We make adobe hornos to dry and roast our corn and vegetables for winter and bake the most delicious bread.

Yet, with all the poverty, I've never lived among such a richness of spirit, love and reaching out. I’ve learned that lack of money leads to a wealth of possibilities.

Most families have been here for generations. We gather at harvest and butchering time to share the workload and the bounty. And the families are closer than most, not only when help is needed, but when it's time to relax or celebrate. Families are in daily contact from the youngest to the oldest. Community life literally revolves around the family unit.

The ground and the forest feed us and supply many of our needs. You may never see cash change hands. This is a country where beer and firewood is the legal tender. And you will never see anyone, not a stranger hitchhiking through or the poorest homeless, go hungry or without a roof over their heads.

People work hard for day-to-day needs such as heat and food and shelter, but when our labor isn't enough, the heart of a neighbor is. When tragedy strikes a local family, you’ll see those who sometimes have even less than the victims, rise up and organize benefits to raise funds.

This is a land where people never take off their boots, except to retire to bed at night, because the outdoors is their workplace. A land where people respect the elderly, instead of firing them a year before they are eligible for full retirement. The young and healthy are preoccupied with securing a good life for their families and rely heavily on, and go often to our elders for the earthy wisdom that is the only means of survival in these parts.

There might not be much time or energy left over for formal education. Many don’t have the luxury of plumbing or electricity, much less computers, television or radio. Life being such, I have never met, even in metropolises, as many well-read people. We discuss everything from quantum physics to religion to pop-psychology to the works of Shakespeare or John Steinbeck; or debate who is a better novelist, Louis L’Amour or Zane Grey, or which comic book hero has the worst vulnerability.

Knowledge and wisdom are not so much sought after as it is obtained through daily life. As anywhere, you may obtain an education if you keep your mouth shut and your ears and mind open. A friend took me to the forest one day. He wanted to scout out some new hunting areas. I accompanied him as we drove through the dusk and watched him closely. Whenever he tensed or became alert I noticed a pungent, musky odor. After awhile I told him what I was smelling. I learned that this is the odor of male elk.

I had already discovered that, wherever I found wild mushrooms, an earthy dankness wafted in the air. I hunt mushrooms through my olfactory senses more than by sight. Wisdom in the wilderness penetrates not just the logical mind, but every sense God gifted us with. There is a reason that when the locals want you to really hear what they’re saying, they will tell you, “Watch this,” instead of “Listen to this.”

Wisdom resides everywhere here, though in unexpected forms. Wisdom comes in overalls and cowboy boots, be it male or female. You may find it in the trail of the mule deer, or the height and density of the clouds. No Doppler radar is needed to predict what to expect from the heavens today, tomorrow, or even next winter.

The beauty of the mountains that surround us in all their richness and harshness also shapes the attitude of the people, who may at first appear hard-bitten by the ruthless bounty of our surroundings.

Though day-to-day survival takes most of our time and energy, life throws its curves here as elsewhere. We face debilitating disease, chronic illness, death, taxes, and severe losses too. Yet, unlike the millions relying on medications for depression, and the frightening rate of suicide, and the rising frustration leading to crime, we face every twist of life and fate with unfaltering hope.

Living so close to the brutal cycle of nature teaches even the stupid or unwilling to be thankful just to be alive. But the wise among us gather so much more from our daily brushes with the Almighty. And that strength of character and resilience is evident, from the smallness of daily life to the horrors of loss, in our ability to rise each day, and smile, and learn, and love those around us, and thank God for it.

Life may be harsh here but there’s nowhere else we’d rather be. And when life takes some of us away to wars or the cities to provide for our families, many can’t help returning here to the purity of simplicity and the sweat of the brow. The rest of us just stay put and thank God for another day in paradise.

Foley Arts Center Arist Reception

I could go on and on about the wonderful, fabulous reception given to me by the Foley Arts Center (and surrounding press) to debut a month long solo exhibit of my work and still not express the magnitude of it.

Even Mayor John Koniar, and wife Linda, who are both active at the Foley Arts Center, attended. When the south rolls out the red carpet, they really roll out the red carpet!

First I want to say that the people of the south are the friendliest I've ever encountered. Everywhere you go they make you feel like a visiting celebrity.

Three newspapers ran in depth stories about both me and my artwork (See Alabama Solo Exhibit Press Coverage). I was asked to give a short address to the Coastal Photography Club.

Shirley W. Mitchell, The Golden Egg of Aging, who interviewed me for their internet radio show, Aging Outside the Box, and her producer, Cruiser Small, went with us to a nearby restaurant, Magnolia Court. We were all gushed over like royalty because they had been told about us by other kind customers when we entered. Our outstanding server, Cindy Bowman, even ushered us to meet the owner and his wife before we left.

Over 65 people attended and several sales were made.

When the south rolls out the red carpet, the south rolls out the red, red carpet. Here's some pix and video to prove it!

Susan Clark of Glenlakes Golf Club has supported me from the beginning. For this exhibit Susan sent emails to every Club member about the exhibit. And I met many of them at the reception. Thank you again, Susan. You are a treasure.

Cruiser Small, producer, and Shirley W. Mitchell, author of Fabulous After Fifty, Sensational After Sixty, and her upcoming book

Linda Yost (center), owner of the Artists Gallery in Orange Beach, AL, and Bonnie Blalock (left), the powerhouse running the Foley Performing Arts Center.

Mayor John Koniar, and wife Linda, who are very active in supporting the arts.

 

JuneWalosz, one of the Center's exquisite artists creating paper mache seagulls in many poses.

Ken and LaVonne Duncan flanking me, and on the right Andy Rodenbucher

Newlyweds Betty (center) and Todd. Betty paints in oils and is a fashion illustrator.

Wayne (left) and Dorothy (right) Lampshire.

See also Alabama Solo Exhibit Press Coverage

See also Alabama Aging Outside the Box Interview

See also Artists by the Bay Brunch

Alabama Solo Exhibit Press Coverage

I want to extend a big thank you to all three newspapers of Bladwin County, Gulf Shores, Foley and Mobile, Alabama, for covering my exhibit so extensively.

My very special thankx to Arts & Entertainment Editor Thomas B. Harrison of the Mobile Register. Thomas spent close to a month corresponding back and forth with me researching for this interview. Thomas, I can't thank you enough for the in depth article you wrote and for taking the time to get to know me and my work.

Aging Outside the Box,
live 1-hr interview by Shirley Mitchell
on Artists First internet Radio

Mobile Register interview
by Thomas Harrison, Aggie's View

The Onlooker: Grandma Moses of the
American Southwest Coming to Foley

The Mullet Wrapper: "Grandma Moses" of
American Southwest Exhibits in Foley
(scroll down 5 pgs to pg 35)

See also Alabama Aging Outside the Box Interview

See also Artists by the Bay Brunch

See also Foley Arts Center Artists Reception

Alabama Aging Outside the Box Interview

Listen to the One-Hour

Aging Outside the Box Interview

scroll down to Aug 5, 2009 "Return Entryway Into Paradise"

I was honored to be the guest on Shirley W. Mitchell's internet radio show, Aging Outside the Box, this Wednesday, August 5, 2009. The show airs to over 240 countries and an estimated two million listeners. Shirley and producer, Cruiser Small, are such warm hosts it's always a joy to be their guest.

And this time was really special for me because they both drove down the next day to attend the opening of my solo exhibit, my first exhibit in the state of friendly Alabama.

Not only that, I was joined during the interview by the curator at the Foley Performing Arts Center, Bonnie Blaylock, who is the dynamo behind not only my exhibit, but all their numerous events.

Thankx to my  mother for making some memories of the evening.

And my great appreciation to all the Newspapers in the area that ran these in depth stories of my art and the exhibit:

The Mobile Register, by Thomas Harrison

The OnLooker

The Mullet Wrapper

Here's a lil 2 minute home movie from during the interview.

See also Artists by the Bay Brunch

See also Foley Arts Center Artists Reception

See also Alabama Solo Exhibit Press Coverage

Artists by the Bay Brunch

A few days before the reception for my solo exhibit in the Gulf Shores, AL area, the group, Artists by the Bay, hospitably invited me to their brunch, held at the Foley Performing Arts Center in Foley, AL, where my exhibit was already hung.

I met so many so many exceptional artists that I thought I'd share some snippets of the day.

My thankx to all the artists who were so welcoming. If you live in the area check out this great group that embraces the entire bay area. Have the best day ever.

This is a long shot of the entryway wall with my exhibit. They even filled the bin with various prints, both matted and unmatted. Can't express how wonderful it makes you feel to see a sight like that!

Me and Bonnie Blaylock. Bonnie curated my exhibit, and she is the powerhouse behind the Foley Performing Art Center. My biggest thankx to you, Bonnie, for all you do!

 

Standing with some of the exhibit photos.

Bonnie Blaylock with just one of her many paintings. I apologize for the greenish overal hue--I was using a point and shoot.

Excuse the blur. A friendly passer-by took this for us. I was presenting my art donation to the Community Hospice of Baldwin County. Left to right: Bonnie Blaylock, Aggie Villanueva, Lana Wheeler, my mother, Pat Crumby.

Quick (& blurry--sorry) shot of Lana Wheeler speaking about Community Hospice of Baldwin County, holding the photo I donated.

Joe played an integral part in hanging my exhibit. One of Joe's many gorgeous pastels.

See also Alabama Solo Exhibit Press Coverage

See also Alabama Aging Outside the Box Interview

See also Foley Arts Center Artist Reception

The Pedernal Arts Tour

The Pedernal Arts 2009 Tour was the biggest success ever. And I enjoyed my time more than ever. If you've never attended these types of events you are missing a most enriching time. And in the village of Coyote, NM you will find the most hospitable crew ever.

Check out just a smattering of the fine art works found there this summer. And don't get me started on the homemade Mexican food! You will eat as well as your eyes do. But, for me, it goes beyond the great art and fare, it's the people, both artist and browser. As always I made so many new friends that will be friends for life.

I'm always inside the famous Consuelo's Gallery in the middle of town. Consuelo Martinez and her large family welcome us with open arms and work hard to accommodate everyone. I always leave the tour already anticipating the next one.

Here's a lil home movie from my time there. Unfortunately it includes only the Station where I set up. There are so many more stations, but I guess you'll have to attend next year to enjoy them all!