BEARERS OF LIGHT
EASTER 1991 CHICHICASTENANGO, GUATEMALA
WORD PAINTINGS #144 (How I came to New Mexico and learned about Art and Life) - GUATEMALA 1991 - TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES. https://donnaclairwordpaintings.blogspot.com/
MY PROCESS--DOCUMENTING "WORKS IN PROGRESS"- NEW PAINTINGS AND PRINTS. -- INCLUDES PALETTE AND COLOR NOTES.
BEARERS OF LIGHT
EASTER 1991 CHICHICASTENANGO, GUATEMALA
WORD PAINTINGS #144 (How I came to New Mexico and learned about Art and Life) - GUATEMALA 1991 - TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES. https://donnaclairwordpaintings.blogspot.com/
WORD PAINTINGS #142 (How I Came to New Mexico and learned about Art and Life) - GUATEMALA 1991 PART III - CIVIL WAR - https://donnaclairwordpaintings.blogspot.com/2024/04/word-paintings-142-guatemala-1991-part.html
WORD PAINTINGS #141 (How I Came to New Mexico and learned avbovut Art and Life!) - GUATEMALA 1991 - CHICHICASTENANGO - https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/7034907808229634019/3441015536756478147
"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep". Remembering that day in 1956 when teachers Ms. Schaefer and Ms. Flynn regaled my Spanish class with colorful stories of their trip to Guatemala. Their excitement about spending Easter Sunday in an exotic-sounding place called Chichicastenango was joyful!!! Chills, goosebumps, their excitement was contagious! I said the strange name to myself over and over "Chichicastenango" - it needed to be tucked away - never forgotten. Thirty-five years of life passed....children, marriages, divorces, recovery. It was possible that our move from Chicago to the alien planet of Santa Fe, New Mexico, trips to Mexico - my life on the horse ranch in Truchas was as far as I would go. There would be no more surprises. No time for my Dreams of Distant Places! The name was almost lost to me until that morning in my Taos studio when I heard it again on the radio ad. Shivers of anticipation. Nothing was holding me back (except for my agoraphobia). Excitement. Yes indeed, my much younger self jumped for pure joy.
1991 - Walking through the plaza of Chichicastenango on Easter Sunday morning!!! Brilliant colors, clouds of incense, firecrackers -wonderful heart-stopping chaos! Christ was risen. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't hold enough of the experience in my body. Noise, crowds of strangers , I was transported - five feet off the ground - having the most amazing experience of my life!!!! A dream fulfilled! Following the cobblestone paths wherever they led I had a day full of adventure.Vendors with their bright weavings propped up on poles leaning against the walls of the houses lining the streets. Some of the huipils still had a sweet smell of smoke - they had been woven on looms next to their home fires.
The Cofradia processed to the Iglesia of Santo Tomas. Solemn. All my young girl Catholicism rushed back to life. How much of their ancient religion was still there, covered by the pomp of these more modern rituals? Their strong faces mirrored the sculptures in a museum we visited - in Tikal and Copan. The Mayan culture that had "disappeared" was living and breathing right before my eyes. The wonder and the mystery is still there. Their culture survives in secret places - private rituals - heart prayers. This might seem heretical to both cultures, but I have an idea that their ancient gods and our not so ancient saints are somehow all connected. It is quite possible we all pray to the same God.
WORD PAINTINGS #140 (How I came to New Mexico and Learned about Art and Life) - GUATEMALA 1991 - SEMANA SANTA PART I - https://donnaclairwordpaintings.blogspot.com/2024/03/word-paintings-140-guatemala-1991.html
25 November 2023 (Llano Quemado, New Mexico)
This painting is called "Our Daily Bread" and was completed in 2008....a wonderful day at Taos Pueblo with Santa Fe artist and good friend, Dan Bodelson. We bought that loaf of bread just as she was taking out of the horno and in minutes it was gone - beyond delicious!. Counting my blessings and giving thanks for all these precious memories! Sending my gratitude to Art Friends everywhere - best wishes to one and all - HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! Donna
WORD PAINTINGS #135 (How I Came to New Mexico and learned about Art and Life - STORMY WEATHER!) https://donnaclairwordpaintings.blogspot.com/
WORD PAINTINGS #133 (How I Came to New Mexico and Learned about Art and Life) - WILDERNESS GATE
2023 - A peaceful sunny Saturday morning. Waking up from one of my "fugues" again, preparing to start early today. Always feel a little guilty once I come out of this form of hibernation. Some might say it is time wasted, but a lot of interior work and healing happens - memories are relived, solutions to problems appear like magic. Am a little slower to emerge now, but here I am - one more beautiful day to enjoy!
Working
on a large painting called "Cloud People", a phrase I heard many years
ago from a Native American friend at Picuris Pueblo. The other word I
was "given" for stormy clouds was "Thunderspirits". After 57 years in
these mountains I am still crazy in love with this place. Of all the
houses where I have lived during this time, one stands out loudly. The
little Hobbit cottage on the horse ranch in Truchas where I separated
from the fast paced social scene of Santa Fe and began my journey to
become "real" (still becoming). Deciding to turn my back on the only
world I knew allowed me to change. Remembering a painting I did after my
neighbor Mr. Fernandez showed me the summer pasture where he kept his
herd of cows. The little dirt road is called "Wilderness Gate" and
leads into the forest. High above the trees are the mountains called
Truchas Peaks. Yes, that afternoon I walked into the wilderness, the
Unknown, and was forever changed.
Group hike to Truchas Peaks - it sounded like a good idea, but...and there is always that momentary hesitation.....After sitting at an easel for years, I certainly was in no shape to take this trek to the top of Truchas Peak but got caught up in all the excitement of preparation for the hike - I was ready to Trek!!!. We all began the journey together at Wilderness Gate, but the fast pace of my group just left me farther and farther behind. Finally, I knew I couldn't catch up - out of breath and feeling I was definitely ready for that Big Easel in the Sky, I found myself in a clearing surrounded by deep forest beside a small stream very much bewildered and alone!. Sat down on a log and gave into panic - I did not know how to find my way back to Carmelita's house!
My
survival skills were sharply honed in other areas due to crazy family,
tumultuous relationships and trying to raise three hungry munchkins.
Finding my way out of the wilderness was not on my dance card.
Remembered meeting a longtime Truchas resident then in her 80's. Her
name was Eve Featheringill. Sometime in her 20's she bought a burro in
Santa Fe. Packed it up with supplies and trekked through the wilderness
alone, following the old mining trails. Finally she reached Truchas and
stayed. Thought of her often during my ever increasing bewilderment.
Imagined she reached some stage of enlightenment during her journey -
sadly Nirvana escaped me and I was afraid!
The
sun was setting - it was getting cold and I faced the coming night
waiting for a bear to swallow me whole! My shoes were still soaked and
my feet were getting numb. Decided to walk downhill beside the stream -
logic told me that was the way out - what the hell did I know? As I was
headed toward the stream, I heard loud voices and much laughter. An
ebullient group of hikers had reached the top of Truchas Peak and all
were in a high state of exhilaration. Surprise, surprise - there I
stood, utterly weak with relief!
One
kind man separated from his group and listened to my story. I was
invited to join them in the walk to the parking area. We all climbed
into their car. They dropped me off at Carmelita's door and the
welcoming aroma of enchiladas!
Sent my new "buddies" off with big hugs and kisses -- and much, much gratitude. The kind man who listened to my story sent me off with some profound parting words ...."Remember, Donna, find people who walk at your own speed!" Another blessed angel on the long Road of Life!