Somebody asked me today if I could paint anywhere where would it be?
Where would I paint? I know exactly the spot, or two spots actually. One is on the way to another. It's on the high road on the way from Santa Fe to Taos. There are some stands of aspens when you're just starting the downside of the mountain. Aspens that shimmer like gold coins against the green of the hills and the blue of the sky and they're so bright they could almost put your eyes out. And they're hypnotic. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I couldn't inhale them enough when I was there, and my friends wanted to get back in the car to go find places to shop. But not me, I could have stayed there forever or at least until it got cold.... or rainy... which it did by the time we made it in to the town of Taos. The other place is outside of Taos, I don't know which direction but there were miles and miles of just flat that was divided by a deep and wide gorge or something and the bridge that we stood on shimmied when trucks went over it. That was interesting but not half as interesting as the sky. I fell for the sky there. I wanted to lay in the road and just watch it. It changes every time you blink. The clouds move, the colors change, and I'm pretty sure that if I laid on a roof I could put my hands in them. I could live there and I don't think I'd want to do anything else BUT paint there. You'd have to. The compulsion would be too great.
Kate
