Around the Corner, Into the Woods
Tammi Brazee
Emma Kalff
November 24th – December 30th, 2025
This December, Milk Moon is pleased to present Around the Corner, Into the Woods, a two-artist show with work by Ridgway, Colorado based artists, Tammi Brazee and Emma Kalff.
Featuring humans in dialogue with charmingly plump but sinister marmots, Brazee’s witty paintings and sculptures are in turns provocative, poignant, and laugh-out-loud funny. In her work, the large, alpine rodents are a clever stand in for self-deception and delusion on both individual and community levels. Her titles, such as If the voice on the other end chucks and whistles, hang up and Everyone was shocked at the enormity of Melvin’s marmot, truly complete the pieces.
Alongside Brazee’s mountainous marmot tableaus, we’ll be featuring Emma Kalff’s, Portraits of Telluride, a series of new plein air paintings done in and around the town of Telluride. Kalff’s intimate small scale works beautifully capture quiet moments in both iconic landmarks and overlooked corners of town, speaking stirringly to those who know and love our little box canyon.
Her awakening was a sudden and forceful shove into reality.
Everyone was shocked at the enormity of Melvin's marmot.
The marmots only half-heartedly acquiesced to her enthusiastic commands, but it was a start.
With persistence and a firm hand, she kept her marmots in order, at least for the moment.
If the voice on the other end chucks and whistles, hang up.
The marmots were so persuasive that all those in attendance joined the Club.
Colorado Ave. in Summer
She remained silent while her man blindly drove them into a ditch.
Winter Afternoon
Gas Station Blues
Valley Floor at Dusk
They thought that a display of force and a line in the sand would stop the marmot.
She assumed she was prettier when she pointed her toes.
Their deafening cheers were an unconscious attempt to quiet their suspicions that they might be wrong.
He faced his marmot with grace, dignity, and the intention of fair play.
It was supposed to be a fun day at the lake until the marmots began screaming.
The marmot had imprinted itself so deeply upon her psyche that it reappeared in her artwork whether she intended it or not.
Evening Glow
