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An edible desert vista—vast, luminous, and alive with stillness. Rooted and radiant, fiery and hushed, this sundaze captures Georgia’s New Mexico: earth and sky, bone and bloom, beauty both patient and fierce. Like her paintings, it is both intimate and monumental, a study in restraint and sensuality.
Pumpkin Ice Cream
Earthy and grounded, like the adobe and soil of Ghost Ranch—cool as dusk, rooted in silence and shadow. Its depth mirrors Georgia’s fascination with bones and roots, with the fertile strength beneath surfaces.
Maple Ice Cream
Golden and patient, it drapes like desert light slipping between canyon walls. Buttery, reflective, and uncluttered, it evokes the luminous simplicity she captured in a flower petal or a stretch of sky.
Spicy Hot Fudge
Bittersweet and smoldering—chocolate laced with chili that sparks like a desert storm. It’s the hidden fire in her restraint, the volcanic edge of her independence and daring.
Caramel
Molten and enduring, flowing like rivers carved through stone. Sweetness with gravity, it speaks to her long life of devotion to her art: patient, persistent, timeless.
Pumpkin grounds in earth, cool as adobe at dusk, rooted in silence and shadow. Maple glows with patient light, golden and reflective, like sunlight slipping between canyon walls or the softness of a flower painted until it filled the canvas. Hot fudge flares with desert fire, bittersweet chocolate sparked with chili—restraint laced with daring, like the hidden intensity in her independence. Caramel flows steady as time, molten and enduring, carving sweetness through stone as she carved her own place in art history. Each spoonful feels layered in horizon and hush—slow, expansive, and elemental, like the desert itself, a taste of stillness transformed into radiance.
An edible desert vista—vast, luminous, and alive with stillness. Rooted and radiant, fiery and hushed, this sundaze captures Georgia’s New Mexico: earth and sky, bone and bloom, beauty both patient and fierce. Like her paintings, it is both intimate and monumental, a study in restraint and sensuality.
Pumpkin Ice Cream
Earthy and grounded, like the adobe and soil of Ghost Ranch—cool as dusk, rooted in silence and shadow. Its depth mirrors Georgia’s fascination with bones and roots, with the fertile strength beneath surfaces.
Maple Ice Cream
Golden and patient, it drapes like desert light slipping between canyon walls. Buttery, reflective, and uncluttered, it evokes the luminous simplicity she captured in a flower petal or a stretch of sky.
Spicy Hot Fudge
Bittersweet and smoldering—chocolate laced with chili that sparks like a desert storm. It’s the hidden fire in her restraint, the volcanic edge of her independence and daring.
Caramel
Molten and enduring, flowing like rivers carved through stone. Sweetness with gravity, it speaks to her long life of devotion to her art: patient, persistent, timeless.
Pumpkin grounds in earth, cool as adobe at dusk, rooted in silence and shadow. Maple glows with patient light, golden and reflective, like sunlight slipping between canyon walls or the softness of a flower painted until it filled the canvas. Hot fudge flares with desert fire, bittersweet chocolate sparked with chili—restraint laced with daring, like the hidden intensity in her independence. Caramel flows steady as time, molten and enduring, carving sweetness through stone as she carved her own place in art history. Each spoonful feels layered in horizon and hush—slow, expansive, and elemental, like the desert itself, a taste of stillness transformed into radiance.