50 years since “Martha” luxuriated in the majestic sway of two towering sycamore trees outside Tlaquepaque’s El Prado Gallery on Oak Creek, “Amanda” now listens to the same rustling sycamores at the entrance of what is now the Renee Taylor Galleries’ Vue Gallery.

John Henry Waddell’s bronze dancers have returned to Tlaquepaque.

Only 15 miles from here, under the same vast Arizona skies, sculptor John Henry Waddell and his wife, artist Ruth Holland Waddell, lived a bohemian fairy tale beside pure Spring Creek at the foot of an ancient volcano.

Born in Des Moines, Iowa, on February 14, 1921, John joined the School of the Art Institute of Chicago on the GI Bill. As a Private First Class in the Army during WWII, John’s wartime contribution was as a muralist of hope. It was at the Art Institute of Chicago that the Waddells met as students.

50 years since “Martha” luxuriated in the majestic sway of two towering sycamore trees outside Tlaquepaque’s El Prado Gallery on Oak Creek, “Amanda” now listens to the same rustling sycamores at the entrance of what is now the Renee Taylor Galleries’ Vue Gallery.

John Henry Waddell’s bronze dancers have returned to Tlaquepaque.

Only 15 miles from here, under the same vast Arizona skies, sculptor John Henry Waddell and his wife, artist Ruth Holland Waddell, lived a bohemian fairy tale beside pure Spring Creek at the foot of an ancient volcano.

Born in Des Moines, Iowa, on February 14, 1921, John joined the School of the Art Institute of Chicago on the GI Bill. As a Private First Class in the Army during WWII, John’s wartime contribution was as a muralist of hope. It was at the Art Institute of Chicago that the Waddells met as students.