Very early the next morning I searched property sales in the local paper, The San Juan Star. Long before noon, I was putt-putting up the Boulevard with new friend, realtor Biaggi in an old Volkswagen. “Stop” I shouted, “lets look at this one!”
Upon pushing in the cross-nailed front door, stepping over multicolored broken glass and walking into what felt like an ancient secret garden, I had arrived at the Old Cueva del Indio. Relating magnetically to the sculptured architecture, I was breathless with excitement. Some how there was such a strong feeling… I knew I was looking at the rest of my life. This would be the theme for all my future paintings. It would be where my children grew, met their future spouses, the grand children played and great grand children would know its walls and gardens at a very early age. Within this peaceful beauty was a feeling of precious security and a life’s challenge. Here I would create my paintings, sculpture and my life’s work. As the years passed, the original ruins grew from being my house and eighteen apartments to The Gallery Inn.