No big cosmic events in this trip to Taos other than this amazing sky. Now I believe the ribbons of cloud are haze and smoke from a couple of (distant) fires rising in the rapidly warming June morning air. There are a couple of large fires around, one in Durango and another in New Mexico.
It was nice to get away from Monte Vista. I have been in town since the 24th of April and while that’s hardly been a burden, it’s been burdensome because of the home improvement necessities and challenges.
We went to Taos to take down my friend’s large show. She is a fiber artist and does things I never heard of before I moved here and which, honestly, I don’t need to know about at all since fashion and I have no meeting place, but they are interesting. She is a “felter.” My knowledge of felt came from a Christmas skirt my mom made me when I was small and a bit in a humorous, historically accurate and entertaining documentary made by Terry Jones the superlative medievalist and Python. Felt was a critically important part of medieval armor.
My friend’s (Perla Kopeloff) felted garments — shawls, ponchos, vests and scarves — are really beautiful. Her show, though in a fiber shop, was made up of encaustic collages that hang on walls. They were very interesting and, again, something I would never do but which I like.
So we took down the work, packed it up — I hope well — and went to have lunch, then to check on the other shop that sells her work, and then we visited a gallery where we both got excited about the paintings.
My times in Taos during another legendary moment of my life (first marriage, early 1970s) seem to have been in a very different place. I know there are two factors there; Taos has changed (some) and I have changed (a lot). It seems to me now more like a shopping mall than the small, sleepy, Hispano/Indian town with dusty streets I remember from my twenties. I don’t know if that’s true or not; I don’t know if I’ve conflated it with other towns in the area where I also spent time — Chimayo, Peñasco, Chama. I really don’t know. I’ll have to make a little pilgrimage and find out. I think that would be most beautiful in fall.