Taos Pueblo is now in quiet time so that its members may reflect on and save traditions that have been handed down for the last 1,000 years. I live about 5 miles from the pueblo and acknowledge its significance and power for me and the rest of the community. I first visited the pueblo in 1985 where I observed Native Americans building a new structure with adobe bricks fashioned out of mud and straw. I was so taken with the process that I purchased one of the very bricks going into the wall and took it with me back to California where I lived at the time. As I moved, I moved the brick--to northern NV, then to Taos, a town in which I never expected to live. Serendipity has its rewards. Could it have been the power of the pueblo that pulled me back to this magical place? I still own the brick. It sits in its own place of honor.
Taos Pueblo, Oil on Canvas, 6 X 4" (gallery wrap)
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