Canyon de Chelly- Ancient Road.Path # 2

I have had the great good fortune to grow up on land which allows you to literally see the "bones of the earth". This is what I call the rises and hillocks of the geography of Kansas. Here in Colorado I see great ridges and vertebrae of the earth when I look at the Rocky Mountains.When I travel through New Mexico and Arizona, as I did this past spring, I am able to look into the very interior of the land. When I pass a deep arroyo or the edges of the Rio Grande Valley I feel as though I am looking between the very ribs of the land. Accompanied by good traveling friends I traveled beyond Mesa Verde past Shiprock, Arizona and onward to Chinle, Arizona. What pulled us was to experience a deep incision into the earth which humans have been living in since 2500 to 200 BC.

This  groove into the earth has been known as Canyon de Chelly since the 1500's when the Spanish discovered and followed the Navajo Indians deep into this Canyon.  The Canyon was called the Tseyi by the Navajo (Dine). This word Tseyi translates into "inside the rock". The Spanish mispronounced the name and  it was adapted into English with a French-like spelling pronunciation.

Deep inside the rock, humans have been sheltered and carved homes into the walls of the steep walled

promontory.

When you stand on the edge of this vast windswept land and look down into the center you see relief from the wind and also the comfort of grass, water and trees. It is here that animals as well as man has lived. 

  The land is not federally owned but is owned and managed by the Navajo. If you want to see the area you must enter with a Navajo guide. We had a great guide who told us not only anthropological discoveries but stories of his youth growing up in the Canyon and ancient tales of Origin of the Anasazi.  You need all these tales to be woven together as you ride the sand-laden road at the bottom of the Canyon.

    Other than the sheer beauty of the walls , the colors and the majesty of this ancient home land there was a destination in this deep place. That was to see close up the rock which goes by the name of "Spider Woman".                                                                                        

"Spider Woman" is reputed to have sung along with Tawa, humans into existence. The Navajo offered her the top of the rock on which to live. She taught the women to weave. As you know spiders have been associated with the art of weaving in many cultures. In Greece there was Arachne , Amanetsu in Japan and Ixchel of the Mayans. "Spider Woman" came up from the 2nd world to the 3rd world and that passage is said by some to be marked by this red pinnacle upon which she made her dwelling. 

The Canyon for me had a spiritual quality. I not only marveled at the numbers of people and stories there were here but the spiritual beauty of this place which had provided life , meaning and art to its residents.

Check out my April 11 2011 post http://colorcreates-pastelsdaysplaces.blogspot.com/search/label/woven%20color To find where Spider Woman is today.

3 Ancient Roads, Part 1

When  I go off on trips I am not one to plan them with an overarching relationship. While I was sitting around the house with my bunged up foot "elevated and iced" I was open to reflection and began to see some connections which I wished to share and think about with you.
First in late February early March my husband and I were volunteering in the highlands of Guatemala. (Something we have enjoyed doing the past 6 years). After we had completed our volunteering we explored various parts of Guatemala we had not seen. I had always wanted to see Mayan temples ever since I worked at the Denver Art Museum around its fabulous Meso American collection. The DAM has one of the most wonderful and beautiful Central American art collections in the world. We drove with a few friends to a small temple area called Mixco Viejo. This is between Guatemala City and La Antigua around and up a lot of windy roads.

The only entry into the area of Mixco Viejo is up a narrow trail that made the area easy to defend. Until that is, 1525 when the Spaniard Pedro Alvarado's laid siege and secretly entered an unguarded back entry. This gave rise  to the motto beware of the "Danger Within",that supposedly many Mayan families remember today. I wondered at the 100's of Mayans that had trod this path to enter onto the plateau of temples arranged above their farm lands. Had they carried the sticks and branches I see them carrying today through this narrow portal to  light signal fires?

The priests had to climb high and vertically to reach the summit and lay their fires. 

These ancients were experts in masonry as is witnessed by these walls of  ball court stadiums.

Today the quiet walls look over fields and earth as they did for 100's of  years before.

Arty Adventures

I have been off on a few "arty adventures" these past months and I have missed taking the time to stop and digest just what I have seen and experiences. Frequently blogging gives me time to relate my daily experiences to how I live, interpret my life visually and often with color.

In coming posts I am going to be talking about my most recent "Arty adventures"

I am going to post about what I  have gleaned from traveling near where the Spider Woman came into the world in Canyon de Chelly, Arizona.

 I am also just beginning to process my most recent "arty adventure" in Umbria ,Italy, and am looking forward to sharing the colors,forms, ideas and food which I experienced there.

My " arty adventures "have many back stories, one which I will quicly share is--

Almost 25 years ago myself and my friend Julie were relatively new Moms who loved to make art. We decided when our children were at an age we felt comfortable leaving them with babysitters we would spend one day a week out of our homes drawing on site. I believe we started with sketch books and headed out to the Botannic Gardens and local greenhouses. How we changed to working with pastels I don't exactly recall. Neither of us really knew much about them but I think we liked the perceived portability of them. Keep in mind this was before the internet. (We couldn't go look up "how to's" and quickly get multiple answers as you can do today) We did look up stuff at the Library and found books and magazines. When our children were older we would take weekend trips to Taos, New Mexico with other women and rent houses to stay in. Our husbands would baby-sit. While in Taos we would get up early and paint the sunset, the adobe walls. Our favorite place at that time was the studio of Andrew Dasburg.( Dasburg was one of the great artists of the Taos area of the early 1900's.) So began our first arty adventures,. From there as our children grew older we have taken them with us to France on our arty adventures. We spent time in Auvillar France, Corsica amd Marmoiron, France. Travelling to all of those places provided a wealth of rich experiences. Our adventures continue and we continue to share them with some of our first fellow travelers.  : www.auvillar.fr

One of the many artists who visit Auvillar.
I will share a photo of me in another post.

Now that you have read this brief history you will better understand my raison d'etre. 

Fame and Good Fortune

Well Fame and Good Fortune do happen. Check out the blog "The Colorist"http://thecolorist.blogspot.com/ . If you have somehow missed Casey Klahn's (the pastelist) blog you do need to give your self a treat and sign on. I've been following Casey's blog for several years. I was first pulled in by the name - after all I am a color lover and I always seek out fellow color lovers. His thoughtful blogging as he has defined his muse and strong color development have been a "go to " spot on the internet for me. When you start following his posts you will discover his thoughtful explorations of the reasoning and "why we are doing this". It was with little hesitation that I signed on for a workshop with Casey when I learned he would be here in Denver.

Above you can see Casey as he starts off our 2 day workshop using his beloved Diane Townsend gray Terrages. A color (gray) we in  bright crisp colored Denver had to see to believe. Although the first day of our workshop was a gray rainy day. The exterior color did not match the wonderful full of color ideas which Casey tossed our way.
You will find me referring back to this workshop in future blogs. Meanwhile if you are in an area where Casey is exhibiting or giving a workshop put him on your must meet and see list.
 Here is a colorfilled day for you too.

Eternal Spring

This was the first view I saw out my bedroom window in the "castillo" in La Antigua, Guatemala . It was my last day of a month long return visit to the "Land of the Eternal Spring". I could finally see the crisp outline of the dormant volcano "Agua" after many mornings of covering clouds. It was a glorious spring day and I took a few last photos on that day in the gardens of the grounds of Escuela San Jose el Viejo http://www.sanjoseelviejo.com/. Trying to remember spring when I returned to the region of cold (Colorado) and 3 more months of winter. Here is a peek out our side  window at the activo volcan Fuego

The colors were clear and crisp. This is what I saw as I hurried to have my last fresh mango smoothie. Why was it so delicious? Because the mango had traveled less than a 1/2 hour to get to the tienda(store). 

 However I had a grand surprise when I looked out my Colorado window. Yellow, the surprising warmth of March had turned up the spring dial and there was yellow forsythia prancing about.

We have even bravely tucked winter blankets and coats away. One has to be very cautious about that here as a snow storm or two has been known to quickly cover all the bright promise of spring. Even our crab apple tree burst forth in frothy glory and I was able to hang around under its branches and paint my first plein aire of the spring of 2012.

Over here in Denver

Where the Plains surrender

Fragile blooms of yellow and

white

Are stepping out, into sunlight

Playing odds that winter's dead

To volunteer a flower bed

Weeds and grass are in a rush

To make it coarse or make it plush

Mother Earth's mountain breast

Melt and milk the magpie nest

The swelling banks once panned for metals

Now have skiers that switched to

pedals

Over all the mountains sing

Winter's over  - welcome Spring.    Poem by Don Rehling 

                                                                    2007

Sistahs!!

On  with the theme of sisters. I am one of three sisters and the mother of two sisters.  I know the back story of my daughters - they are presently writing their own stories. I have caught them in these two recent paintings.

"First Harvest", pastel, Kate

"The Luncheon Guest",pastel, Johanna

http://faso.com/boldbrush/painting/29524

Sisters

I am one of three sisters. When I see girls together  I often nod my head in recognition and think "Sisters". that was the case when last year I saw two young girls selling fruit at a road side stop in Katok , Guatemala. Katok has now become a familiar rest stop after leaving Guatemala City and heading up to Solola Guatemala. I told myself  "these are either sisters or at least sisters in the work they do here, selling fruit to roadside travelers". I often give my artwork a personal backstory while I am  working on it. Thus I told myself a story of these two sisters living near Katok and wondering what their days were like.
I am heading back to Guatemala and probably will be traveling this same road. I wonder if I will see these girls. I secretly hope they are in school.