Huey’s Fine Art

This is a must see gallery while in Santa Fe. The gallery represents some highly talented artists. Most days, you can watch a sculptor creating new pieces when you visit the gallery. The atmosphere is laid back. There are no heavy pressure salespeople here. Give them a look.

One of my favorite songs is by Buffy Sainte-​Marie. It’s called, «Now That The Buffalo’s Gone.» It has haunting lyrics and melody and its sad truth has stayed with me ever since I heard it. After spending some time at the Georgia O’Keefe Museum, I wanted to see what other artwork Santa Fe had to offer. I had needed to see what happened before the buffalo were gone. A brief walk along Palace Ave led me into Huey’s. The art in this gallery is American in nature and entirely native. It’s a fantastic reminder of what this part of the country (or, more accurately, *this* country) used to look like.
Inside the gallery is piece after piece of dramatic Native scenes. From lovers entwined in bronze to a warrior with bow & arrow drawn astride horseback in wood to a giggling child staring at you with eyes of wonder, captured in oil, I found myself mesmerized by the collection and eager to explore every nook and cranny to discover all it had to offer. The gallery doesn’t need my accolades to give it business. Its work has been collected at The White House, The National Gallery of Art and The Smithsonian. But, I do think it’s important to remember the importance of this gallery and others like it. Santa Fe is a beautiful city way set in the clouds (higher elevation than Denver). It’s a wealthy city, home to many folks with lots of cash and vacation spot to even more people with more cash. Things aren’t cheap (t)here. But, Santa Fe didn’t always look like this. The Huey tells an essential part of this story, a story that must be heard and given voice… even while the privileged beauty of The City Different makes its halcyon call to wanderers of all sorts. «When a war between nations is lost/​The loser, we know, pays the cost…»