Taos, NM : Art Road Trip 2015
Taos, NM - Autumn Equinox
It is always hard for me to come back to “civilization” after leaving Ghost Ranch. Driving into Taos, NM with its three traffic lights and tons of people walking the streets often sends me into a tailspin. So I pull over onto a side street, and I said to the Spirit of Taos "I would like to meet you and express what you would like to share with humanity in a drawing"— or something like that. My heart beamed love— Love for Land-Taos-Air-Mountain.
Driving around the winding back roads I follow my heart to find a place to sit on Earth and have a conversation. I am lead to Taos Mountain.
I found a field filled with yellows and purples flowers, where I can sit and face Taos Mountain. As I walked around, I trip into holes, big holes, defiantly animal dens; small animals bones are sprinkled all over the field. I try not to analyze the types of flowers, bones, animals, but let all that I experience come into my being. It is late afternoon, and the sky is undulating with yellow, red, purple and blues.
When I finally get settled in, I take a deep breath and thank Land for allowing me to enter into a conversation. There is a sense of timelessness that happens when my heart connects to Land. I listen-draw letting Land communicate with me, using color and shape as our common langue. Keeping my heart open, without judgment of why-were-meaning-composition and let Land transmit its energy—its vibration— through me, in the language of our unconscious—Color Shape and Form.