Jonathan Judge

Painting on Canvas (3ftx4ft)

36"x48"

Valued at $400

@jjudge_art

New Orleans, Reading Clarice Lispector, Rain pouring down beyond the cafe windows, and then a glance from beyond pages and storm as she passed, there, gone. 

Steven Fryberger

Oil Painting

17"x15"

Valued at $150

Inspired by A Poetic Inventory of the Cache La Poudre River, Published by Wolverine Farm, 2025

Chris Jones

35mm photographs / digital prints

19"x24"

Valued at $120

sweetmalarkey.com / @sweetmalarkey

With the grace of a corpse

In a riptide

I let go

And I slide, slide, slide

Downriver

With an empty case by my side

An empty case

That's my crime

And I sing (say Valley Maker)

To keep from cursing

Yes I sing (say Valley Maker)

To keep from cursing

River oh

River end

River oh

River end

River go

River bend

Take me through the sweet valley

Where your heart blooms

Take me through the sweet valley

Where your heart is covered in dew

And when the river dries

Will you bury me in wood

Where the river dries

Will you bury me in stone

Well I never really realized

Death is what it meant

To make it on my own

'Cause there is no love

Where there is no obstacle

And there is no love

Where there is no bramble

And there is no love

On the hacked away plateau

And there is no love

In the unerring

And there is no love

On the one true path

Oh I cantered out here

Now I'm galloping back

So bury me in wood

And I will splinter

Bury me in stone

And I will quake

Bury me in water

And I will geyser

Bury me in fire

And I'm gonna phoenix

I'm gonna phoenix

-Say Valley Maker

Bill Callahan

Jordan Blach

Ink & Paper

16"x13"

Valued at $100

@steelydan.official

Inspired by: 

 “Big sky looked down on all the people looking up at the big sky” The Kinks - Big Sky

(note: when I was thinking on “literature of the land” I kept thinking back to the lyrics and music that represented really far away places when I was growing up in Sterling, CO - Bob Dylan and NYC; Radiohead, the Beatles, the Kinks & the UK; Boards of Canada & the Scottish countryside etc etc etc.

As I've grown older and gotten to visit these places it always makes me think back to times I was listening to this same music on roads like this around my hometown. This drawing was inspired by all the time I spent parked on county roads listening to these albums in my youth, and is based on a really quick sketch I made recently after pulling off on one of these roads.)

Vaughn’s Nephew (Chad Seidel)

A silhouette memory of a clay snake I made years ago, spray painted black and destroyed by the weather, the outline remains…

21"x30"

Valued at $200

Substack: @openandclosed

Inspired by: 

“Bird Spirit

Hey, you up there,

you, bird up there,

up there, bird.

Look down here.

Look and see me,

me down here.

Take my cares away from here.

Away from here, far away.”

From

A Book Of Pagan Prayer 

//

Ceisiwr Serith 

Alex Runge

cropped woodcut/ screen print on paper

6.5"x8.5"

Valued at $75

@a_runge_

Inspired by: : 

crisp nightblue dusk

to believe that someone is

holding the rope

poem: Not Santa's First Rodeo

Young Santa

Joe Deany-Braun

Jess Mac Master analog collage - original www.jmacmade.com

@jmacmade

12"x15"

Valued at $211

Esther Gleason

Hand Dyed & Hand Woven Wool, Buffalo Jaw

15"x20"

Valued at $400

Inspired by: 

Go with your love to the fields.

Lie easy in the shade. 

Rest your head in her lap. 

Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts. 

As soon as the generals and politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. 

Leave it as a sign, to mark the false trial. The way you didn't go. 

Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary 

Some in the wrong direction. 

Practice resurrection

-Manifesto: The Map Farmers Liberation from 

Wendell Berry

Cindy Burkhart

Mixed media

20"x19"x18"

Valued at $125.00

www.cindyburkh.art

Inspired by:

Helm doesn't know when Helm was born.

Or brewed.

Conjured or conceived.

First formed above the highest mountain.

First blown into the valley.

Long before humankind - that brief, busy interlude.

Time happens all at once for Helm, more or less, relative to longevity.

A blink of the eye, universally. (Warning: Helm loves cliches, typical for English weather.) Something of a disorder, some would say.

Of what fantastical, phenomenal and calculable things Helm is made!

Maleficence and data and lore. Atmospheric principals and folktales, spirit and substance, opposites and inversions. So many identities and personalities; it makes Helm's heads spin.

-Sarah Hall

  Helm 

Ciera Clawson

clay, local silver maple wood 

10"x10"x8"

Valued at $85 (3 pottery pieces, shelf included)

This project was inspired by the Colorado high steppe prairie. The warm red tones of the iron clay soil peeking out of our silvery friends Artemisia frigida, and the wisps of eyelash grass - Bouteloua gracilis - standing proof that our land is natural poetry:

A.R. Ammons - Loss

“When the sun 

falls behind the sumac

thicket the

wild 

yellow daisies and grass

in diffuse evening shade

lose their

rigorous attention

and

half wild with loss

turn

any way the wind does

and lift their 

petals up

to float 

off their stems

and go”

Simone White 

Watercolor on panel 

12"x6"

Valued at $150.00 

@white._simone 

simonewhiteart.com  

Inspired by: 

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden 

Christian Nyzio

Steel and Oak

19"x10"x40"

Valued at $1500

This piece feels like a physical timeline of what The Alchemist calls a "Personal Legend"—that gut-level path of figuring out who we’re “supposed” to be. Made from two steel forms rooted in a solid block of white oak. The split marks the transitional “break” we go through inside before becoming the next version of ourselves, and the curves defining our wildly unpredictable lives.

Similar to the piece, I personally feel like I'm rooted in solid oak. Sturdy, reliable, resilient. I’ve never felt more “on my path” and very much look forward to the next time I split into the next version.

Kristina Keeter

Mixed-media collage: monoprints, various papers, and reprinted photographs of the Azores (from my family archives)

12"x10"

Valued at $250

kristinakeeter.com / @kristinakeeter

Excerpt that inspired the work (from Annie Dillard's The Abundance, reprinted from Holy the Firm): 

"Land is a poured thing and time a surface lapping and fringeing at fastness, at a hundred hollow and receding blues...Here is the fringey edge where elements meet and realms mingle, where time and eternity spatter each other with foam. The salt sea and the islands, molding and molding, row upon rolling row, don't quit; nor do winds end nor skies cease from spreading in curves....We have less time than we knew. Time is eternity's pale interlinear, as the islands are the sea's. We have less time than we knew and that time buoyant and cloven, lucent, and missile, and wild."

Hannah Hostak

Broomcorn, broomcorn leaf cordage, nylon, reclaimed leather

@hannyhandcrafted hannyhandcrafted@gmail.com

7"x15"

Valued at $85

"What do you suppose would happen if people believed this crazy notion that the earth loved them back?'...Knowing that you love the earth changes you, activates you to defend and protect and celebrate. But when you feel that the earth loves you in return, that feeling transforms the relationship from a one-way street into a sacred bond.

...Something essential happens in a vegetable garden. It's a place where if you can't say 'I love you' out loud, you can say it in seeds. And the land will reciprocate, in beans."

Braiding Sweetgrass

Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants 

By: Robin Wall Kimmerer

Matt Sage

Gallery Frame, Plexi Glass, Laserjet Earth, Acrylic, Spray Paint

16.5"x12.5"
Valued at $125

Inspired by: 

Dark Ecology by Timothy Morton

Weird means strange of appearance; weirdness means the turning of causality. Let's focus this idea by thinking about the many kinds of eco- logical loops. There are positive feedback loops that escalate the potency of the system in which they are operating. Antibiotics versus bacteria. Farmers versus soil, creating the Dust Bowl in the Midwestern United States in the 1930s. Such loops are common in human "command and control" approaches to environmental management, and they result in damage to ecosystems." Some of them are unintended: consider the decimation of bees in the second decade of the twenty-first century brought on by the use of pesticides that drastically curtail pollination.? Such unintended consequences are weirdly weird in the sense that they are uncanny, unexpected fallout from the myth of progress: for every seeming forward motion of the drill bit there is a backward gyration, an asymmetrical contrary motion.

Valued at $150

Jessica S Owings Crouch

hand-felted wool

12"x16"

set of 7 valued at $150

www.thestatepark.com, @thestateparkpress

Inspired by: Magelight

*Presently the mage said, speaking softly, Do you see[...] how an act is not, as young men think, like a rock that one picks up and throws, and it hits or misses, and that's the end of it. When that rock is lifted, the earth is lighter; the hand that bears it heavier. When it is thrown, the circuits of the stars respond, and where it strikes or falls the universe is changed. On every act the Balance of Whole depends. The winds and seas, the powers of water and earth and light, all that these do, and all that the beasts and green things do, is well done, and rightly done. All these act within the Equilibrium. From the hurricane and the great whale's sounding to the fall of a dry leaf and the gnat's flight, all they do is done within the Balance of the Whole. But we, insofar as we have power over the world and over one another, we must learn to do what the leaf and the whale and the wind do of their own nature. We must learn to keep the Balance. Having intelligence, we must not act in ignorance. Having choice, we must not act without responsibility."

— Ursula K Le Guin 

The farthest shore 

Hailey Bergstrom

oil pastel, light

10.5"x14"

valued at $75

@haileybergstromphotography

Inspired by: 

"I was still ringing. I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck. I have since only very rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but i live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam."

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard

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Chelsea Gilmore

Paint and Thread

20"x24"

Valued at $300

@chelseagilmoreart

Inspired by: 

They first became properly visible, these huge figures, just within the tops of the bushes—immense, bronze-colored, moving, and wholly independent of the swaying of the branches. I saw them plainly and noted, now I came to examine them more calmly, that they w50ere very much larger than human, and indeed that something in their appearance proclaimed them to be not human at all. Certainly they were not merely the moving tracery of the branches against the moonlight. They shifted independently. They rose upwards in a continuous stream from earth to sky, vanishing utterly as soon as they reached the dark of the sky. They were interlaced one with another, making a great column, and I saw their limbs and huge bodies melting in and out of each other, forming this serpentine line that bent and swayed and twisted spirally with the contortions of the wind-tossed trees. They were nude, fluid shapes, passing up the bushes, within the leaves almost—rising up in a living column into the heavens. Their faces I never could see. Unceasingly they poured upwards, swaying in great bending curves, with a hue of dull bronze upon their skins.

-Algernon Blackwood from The Willows

Anna Hultin

Threads and wool on cotton

5"x5"

Valued at $165

@olandercoembroidery www.annahultin.com

Inspired by:

1.

Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath 

Grows large and free in air, don't call it death - 

A word to enrich the undertaker and inspire 

His surly art of imitating life; conspire 

Against him. Say that my body cannot now 

Be improved upon; it has no fault to show 

To the sly cosmetician. Say that my flesh 

Has a perfect compliance with the grass 

Truer than any it could have striven for. 

You will recognize the earth in me, as before 

I wished to know it in myself: my earth 

That has been my care and faithful charge from birth,

And toward which all my sorrows were surely bound,

And all my hopes. Say that I have found

A good solution, and am on my way 

To the roots. And say I have left my native clay 

At last, to be a traveler; that too will be so.

Traveler to where? Say you don't know.

2.

But do not let your ignorance 

Of my spirit's whereabouts dismay 

You, or overwhelm your thoughts.

Be careful not to say

Anything too final. Whatever

Is unsure is possible, and life is bigger 

Than flesh. Beyond reach of thought

Let imagination figure

Your hope. That will be generous 

To me and to yourselves. Why settle 

For some know-it-all's despair

When the dead may dance to the fiddle

Hereafter, for all anybody knows?

And remember that the Heavenly soil 

Need not be too rich to please

One who was happy in Port Royal.

I may be already heading back,

A new and better man, toward

That town. The thought's unreasonable,

But so is life, thank the Lord!

3.

So treat me, even dead,

As a man who has a place 

To go, and something to do.

Don't muck up my face

With wax and powder and rouge

As one would prettify

An unalterable fact

To give bitterness the lie.

Admit the native earth

My body is and will be, 

Admit its freedom and 

Its changeability.

Dress me in the clothes

I wore in the day's round.

Lay me in a wooden box.

Put the box in the ground.

4.

Beneath this stone a Berry is planted 

In his home land, as he wanted.

He has come to the gathering of his kin, 

Among whom some were worthy men,

Farmers mostly, who lived by hand, 

But one was a cobbler from Ireland,

Another played the eternal fool

By riding on a circus mule

To be remembered in grateful laughter

Longer than the rest. After

Doing that they had to do

They are at ease here. Let all of you

Who yet for pain find force and voice Look on their peace, and rejoice.

Testament

Wendell Berry