I’m trying to avoid being trampled by a zillion tourists at the Santa Fe Indian Market or buried underneath an avalanche of roasted corn ears, and if I see one more piece of turquoise (no matter how beautiful), I just might scream. Suddenly, as I pass yet another booth, I’m drawn to the art of San Carlos Apache Douglas Miles. No ... drawn is not the right verb. Doug Miles’s art—“drippy,” “messy,” “chaotic,” “instantaneous”—doesn’t draw you in; it slaps you into rea


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