Taos in July–Pow Wow & Fiesta

I went to the Taos Pow Wow on the opening Friday night. I’d promised to deliver a small drum I’d recently painted to the Sweet Medicine Drums’ booth. By the time I took this photo around 7:00 PM the cloudy sky and the lateness of the hour began to compromise my ability to take good photos. This is one of the few that I can share. It shows the dancers circling the large dance area in a kind of random parade. In the foreground are the spectators sitting in their portable chairs under the shaded area built for the occasion with poles and tree branches.

Scattered at intervals inside the spectator circle are groups of drummers sitting around a large shared drum. These groups take turns according to some unseen plan and seem to know just how long to drum as well. Later they will be drumming for the various dancing contests which are the focus of the three-day Pow Wow. It is interesting to observe these drummers. They are very focused and use a lot of strength when hitting in unison with their drumsticks. The heart-beat sound penetrates the entire Pow Wow grounds and unifies everyone who is present in a non-ordinary world.

A week later we have the annual Fiesta in the Taos Plaza. Note the clouds that help keep our monsoon season temperatures lower and provide humidity, normally hard to come by here. My garden loves it and behaves differently, compared to the dry heat of June. This event is all about the Hispanic community. I’ve been told that families that are spread around the state and region use this Fiesta as an occasion to come together, like a family reunion. I don’t have a photo of it but there is a performance area with constant entertainment provided throughout the event. Lots of live music a la Mexico.

This Fiesta vendor is dishing up grilled fresh corn on the cob. Looked and smelled yummy. At the top of this photo you can see the top of the very large white tent that covers the performance area of the plaza, likely both for shade and for rain.

How nostalgic is this carnival style merry-go-round with it’s old fashioned wooden horses? Who has not experienced this somewhere, sometime? For me it brings back memories of the free one in Golden Gate Park back in the 70s. I took my young daughter there on trips to the city from Mendocino County where we lived. It was an institution at the time. I hope it’s still there.

Took this at last Saturday’s farm market. I admired the artful arrangement. I asked the farmer for a card and I think he handed me one but where it is now is a mystery. I promise to try him again. The apricots are perfect now and the harvest won’t continue for long. Apples are just getting warmed up, along with peppers.

I took this photo in Solstice a week or so ago. The piece on the far right is a Hopi kachina that was new to the store at that time. The other three objects are small art pieces of mine. Two of them are altar pieces, the far left made of wood and the Corn Mother made of paper mache with a 1/4 ” wood base. The framed piece in the center is 5X5″. I like to talk about Solstice because it’s a new store and my small art pieces really seem to sing among the other beautiful art the owner, Sheila, selects. I continue to invite my friends and acquaintances to stop by and give themselves an aesthetic treat.

Borage blooming in my garden

Pow Wow Comes to Taos

A three-day local event, the annual Pow Wow is held on the beautiful lands of the Taos Pueblo. I let this event slip past me last summer and so was determined to attend this time round. I went on the middle day, Saturday. Since I planned to take photos I went in the afternoon, not sure if I would have the light needed in the cooler, evening session. This photo above is one of the first I took and you can see that the usual clear blue skies of Taos are still a little smoky from the surrounding forest fires. And it was a warm day, at least in the high 80s.

My first focus was naturally on the dancing. This photo shows a young girl doing traditional style dancing. Note the arrangements for spectators around the dance circle, with its ramada for shade filled with leafy branches of Siberian Elms. Behind that people have set up their own canopied shelters. The size of the dancing area seemed huge and the sheer number of spectators impressive. I realized that without a telephoto lens my photos of dancers were not going to be that special so I immediately began to look elsewhere for subjects to capture the story of the event.

For instance, this photo shot at close range could stand for all the beautiful regalia offered up to the gods of the Pow Wow and anyone else there lucky to be at this feasting table. I can say today as I write that the best gift I received was seeing the eyes in the faces of the many Native American children there. I found many beautiful souls peering through and understood that their futures would attract more respect and wider possibilities than their people have seen for many generations. And I saw that this change is emerging from a foundation of knowing and embracing their family and tribal heritage, which, by the way, was always aligned with treating the earth and all its life forms as sacred and interrelated.

These enthusiastic men were drumming together to accompany the dancers. I saw that along the sides of the circle were similar groups like this. They would take turns so no one group became tired. As you see in this photo they put their heart and strength into it and at times fiercely so.

This group of men are not drumming but were sitting in a circle like the ones in the previous photo. I assumed they were drummers awaiting their turn. Looking closer I see a couple have numbers attached to their clothing so they must also be participating in the dances.

Eventually I left the arena of the dancing and strolled along the crafts booths lined up in second circle set back from the central one. I discovered the booth for Lynn Wozniak’s local drum company, Sweet Medicine Drums. By now it was probably the hottest part of the day and Lynn was sitting alone having a bite of lunch. I asked if I could sit down with her and she was very welcoming. I had been on my feet for a bit too long in the hot sun and really needed a shady spot. It was that or head for home.

As fortune would have it Lynn and I seemed to really connect and we parted hours later like old friends. I promised to meet her in her drum-making studio soon to talk about applying my artistic talents to drum painting. As it turns out I once worked for a drum maker as a painter and have the photo resume to back up that claim. The longer I stayed around the goings-on in the booth the more respect I came to have for this vibrant and loving elder woman.

As I was leaving Ketchum 14 months ago there was one person in Taos I was advised to keep my eyes and ears open to meet, Grandmother Jean. It tuns out that Lynn is one of her best friends.

I’ll close with a detail from one of two “recycled art” collages I’ve been creating this week for an upcoming Taos show, “Arte De Descartes XI.”

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