
My grandfather moved his family from Fort Worth, Texas, to Taos, New Mexico, in 1913, to be the town‘s only pharmacist. They lived next to Kit Carson’s residence and near the one-time Stables Gallery. From behind the counter of his drugstore on the plaza, my grandfather sometimes bartered prescriptions for paintings by the struggling artists of the original Taos Society, men who had come by wagon to paint a land the rest of America had not yet discovered.

K.W. was responsible for the store's “Prescription Department” and famously managed the store's soda fountain, which was a major social hub for the art colony artists during those years.

My mother, Margaret, with her brother, Glenn, are sitting on their front steps next to the home of Kit Carson in Taos, New Mexico.

She was a prominent local artist known for her detailed paintings of Taos Pueblo scenes, kachinas, petroglyphs, and the San Francisco de Asís Mission Church in Ranchos de Taos.
According to historic sources, the Hopkins family tradition of art in Taos is considered one of the longest-running in the area, spanning from the early 1900s through the twenty-first century.




Many of my oil and pastel landscapes are painted en plein air around Taos and Northern New Mexico — battling time, weather, insects, dogs, and the occasional curious tourist. Nothing compares to the raw adrenaline of painting in nature, where the light changes faster than you can mix the color. Northern New Mexico is my passion, my subject, and by blood and by heritage, my home.

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