Tom R. Chambers' mother passed away in 1983. "Mother's 45s" is a tribute. Chambers matched his mother's 45rpm records with the family photographs to create assemblages by using the hole spaces of the records to frame the images. He eventually arrived at a satisfactory combination, incorporating forty-five 45rpm records with images and a portion of each song onto an audio cassette to be used as a part of the exhibition. He faded-in/faded-out the songs and looped them for continuous play and in order with the wall display of the photo/record assemblages. The photographs of his Mother were sequenced according to the chronology of her life, which spanned almost 60 years. When the piece is viewed along with the songs, the sound stimulus pulls the viewer from record to record (1 - 45) and this process has some interesting points: the maturation process of his Mother is seen; the man who came into her life and eventually became her husband and his Father is seen; the maturation process of her only child (him) is seen; the change in hair and fashion styles is seen; the change in automobile models is seen; and various locales throughout the United States are seen. This project (and its success) is the high point of his visual arts career for the simple reason that it involves and perpetuates his Mother's existence. http: //www.tomrchambers.com/index-13.html

America's dry southwestern climate preserves untold numbers of rock art sites within its far-flung network of canyons, cliffs and caves. It's a poetic domain of holy people and ceremonies in a magical land of earth and sky. The Native art in this booklet ranges from America's oldest (10,500-14,800 years old) to a recent Navajo sand-painting created and then ritually destroyed as a necessary part of a healing ceremony in 1993. My painter-wife, Erma Martin Yost, and I were struck by the beauty of this rugged region when we first visited in 1976 and now, after four decades, we continue to return whenever we can. We typically fly to Albuquerque, Grand Junction or Las Vegas and then point our rental car in the direction of the Four Corners, taking in the wide vistas so opposite of our eastern home. We follow the trail of the rock art and talk with locals, gaining a sense of understanding while making new discoveries. We know we will never see all the rock art or its secret canyon repositories but each site we visit offers its own clues to the riddles left by the first Americans. This booklet is a collection of images and stories gathered from 40-years walking, observing and photographing.