|Museum Hill Sculpture|
|Summer Monsoon Clouds|
Later that day my professor took us over to the school's museum collection. As we stood in the large warehouse I found myself looking at Pueblo pottery. Rows and rows of pottery including the black on black designs so distinctive of the Santo Ildefonso Pueblo. It was there that I understood that I had to go.
Returning from this trip has been very hard. Santa Fe is a beautiful place. New Mexico flirts with the creative soul. The food is incredible. There were textiles, patterns and art everywhere. I filled my camera with references to add to my sketch book
Sometimes there are places that get under your skin. You feel instantly at home. I felt home there. It doesn't surprise me that I felt that way. My mom lived in Northern Arizona and I spent a lot of my growing up years visiting and part time living there. I love high desert. I love the mix of cultures, food and the wide open spaces. My post trip depression hit hard and fast. Don't get me wrong, I love the area I live in, but I've known for a long time it isn't mine. It is home, but not home.
I have a few weeks remaining in summer to hit the last remaining projects that I want to finish. As I work toward the start of a new school year and a new school experience, I'm keeping New Mexico in my heart.
Indeed it is magic.