Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Living in Mexico is an exploration of the relativity of time

Zacatecas man
Late last year, I started volunteering with Feria Maestros del Arte, an amazing organization that has become one of the best-known and most respected folk art festivals in México. 
Not only do I get to see incredible art from remote villages, I get to be part of an ongoing act of generosity that supports the survival of indigenous art forms. Artisans who show at the Feria pay no fees, no commissions, and no transportation costs. They take home all the money they make, and, for some, it is their primary source of income for the year.

My task for the Feria is to write and publish the blog and newsletter and, yesterday, I got myself into a NoB (north of the border) rush to send out the newsletter before the board meeting. It took a little longer that expected so I was late meeting the Founder before the meeting, and got myself into that old, familiar hyped-up, slightly-frenzied state of hurrying, trying to take everything I needed to run errands after the meeting. When your primary mode of transportation is walking, it pays to plan ahead.

Amate Artist: Rubelio Sánchez Santos
After the meeting, I went to a bazaar, chocked full of second-hand furniture and the collections of people who have transitioned to other places. I had seen some frames I thought might work for a piece I needed to frame. Nothing worked, so I went on to the frame shop where the owner and a client were chatting about the best way to frame a piece of amate art, a type of bark paper that has been manufactured in México for hundreds of year and was used to create codices (folded pre-Columbian books made by the Mayan, and mostly destroyed by the conquistadors and Catholic priests in the 16th century.)

I joined the discussion and then we moved on to how to frame "Zacatecas Man" for the gallery.
Galería del Futuro, our gallery that will open soon
Then it was time to be off to home … or would have been except that it started to sprinkle so I took refuge in my favorite coffee shop. In a corner, one of my friends, a former Apple teacher, was coaching a woman on how to better use her iPhone. After her client left, we talked about a workshop project we had just decided to work on together.  
New car color, reflecting wall painted by Leonardo

After coffee, the rain had stopped (it seldom rains much during the day here), so it was time to walk home, except we ran into another friend, a blogger and creator of amazingly intricate mandalas. We had to catch up with her progress on a mandala we had been following on Facebook and talk about our blogs before moving on down the street.

My friend left to go one way and I popped into a gallery to talk to a young artist, Leonardo, who I thought might be interested in painting some chairs for the new gallery and to show him a picture I had taken a photo of a wall he had painted as it reflected onto a parked car.

He liked the photo but didn’t think the painted chair idea would work, so I moved on down the street on my way home. 
Duct tape chair

However, I had to pass the bar/restaurant where I had seen the chair that prompted the idea for the gallery. It was still there and I wanted to know more so I called, “Hola,” through the wrought iron gate and Joel appeared. We talked about the chairs … not painted, decorated with duct tape … and his art which was food and the plans he had for starting a restaurant.

He invited me in and we looked at several chairs, talked about whether or not they were for sale … they were, so I told him I wanted nine. He said I would have to talk to the owner so I gave him my card. Then, José, another bar/restaurant owner showed up and we all talked about food and menus before I excused myself to head home.

Javier Zaragoza in his studio on a previous visit.

On my way home, I passed Javier Zaragoza’s studio. He wasn’t there but I made a note to come back and talk to him about his memories of Neill James, another project I'm working on.

Walking by the long horse park reminded me of the pictures I took the day before, which was El Día de Charro, the day of the cowboy when the horses are blessed and hundreds of beautiful (and clean) horses, handsome cowboys, and festively dressed children are everywhere. 
México is called the land of a thousand festivals and September launches a season of almost back-to-back celebrations.  
Memories aside, I was now on my way home when I heard a shrill whistling. Trying to see where it was coming from, I saw a man headed my way, occasionally blowing into a yellow whistle which produced the irritating sound. He was carrying something on his shoulder but I couldn’t see what it was. As we passed, we exchanged greetings and he said something more which I recognized as a solicitation but I didn’t catch the words.

It was only after I moved on that the word for knives connected in my mind and I turned back to see if he was a knife sharpener, something I needed. Yes, indeed, Ernesto was carrying a grinding wheel and we made arrangements for him to come to my house a week from Thursday. The conversation was 80% Spanish and 20% hand gestures. My hand gesture skills are advancing faster than my Spanish.

Now, I was ready to head home, thinking about how different life is when you walk through it, open to the weather and friends, memories and opportunities. 
Life here seems to be, at once, slower and faster. I am moving more slowly as I walk through life, but things seem to be happening faster … more connections with friends, more spontaneous moments and things coming my way. I know this wasn’t what Einstein meant when he talked about relativity, but maybe the laws of physics also impact the world of social interactions.

Always lots to think about as I walk through life in this small village.

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