Just returned from a Doug Beasley workshop in South Dakota.
We took back roads through washouts and gumbo (mud that looks dry but will sink car up to floorboards). We stopped at sites sacred to local Lakota. We ate prime rib at a gas station—it’s the special on Saturday night in a place where the other dinner choice is awful pizza in a bar. Oh, and we also took photos of nudes in the environment. All of it was fun. Even the awful pizza had it’s charm. Boulder Colorado, where I live, is a foodie town. Sometimes I need to be reminded that not all food is “fresh and organic and uptight.”
Learned a lot. Came home dirty. Had fun.
If you can take the class–offered once a year–do it. Doug Beasley is deep. He’ll inspire with poetry and presence. After taking a class that was mostly about critiques of my work, this one was pleasantly pleasant and just as helpful.
Here’s an example of Doug Beasley’s work: