Chavez Rug Exhibit + Sale at General Store Cafe, Pittsboro
Come meet Eric Chavez Santiago and his sister Janet, who are visiting from Oaxaca, Mexico. Their family weaves extraordinary 100% wool rugs that are dyed with natural plant materials, indigo and cochineal. Eric and Janet have taught and exhibited widely throughout the U.S. Their family’s rugs are in permanent museum and private collections, including the Snite Museum of Art at the University of Notre Dame. They have taught at NC State University, University of California at Santa Cruz, Purdue University and the Museum of Quilts and Textiles in San Jose, California. They have exhibited in New York, San Francisco, Chicago, Indianapolis, Chapel Hill, and Madison, WI.
If you are interested in weaving, fiber arts, natural dyes, and textiles, please join us. If you can’t attend the Pittsboro, NC, exhibition and sale, come meet them in Durham earlier in the week.
Sitting on a screened porch in a red rocker overlooking a pristine lake carved out by glaciers eons ago, I think about life when we retire. This is a dream and each year brings us closer. The lake is two feet from the porch. The cabin, a traditional heart of pine Maine camp, is about 400 square feet in size. (We each came with one small suitcase and I am not missing anything.). Just off shore a fledging loon stays close to mother waiting for the day they will fly south — when wings fully develop and before the bitter cold envelops them.
Much like me as I intend to live my future between Maine and Mexico. Staying up here until past the Fryeburg Fair when we need layers of wool blankets at night and layers of wool clothing by day — the season when wool no longer itches. It will be almost November then. Time to go to Mexico for Day of the Dead, then through Semana Santa.
Maine is a juxtaposition to Mexico. It is liquid here. Richly green. Almost monochromatic. Quiet. Only the cry of the loons and an occasional paddler going by. Time for reading, reflection, noting the passage of minutes and hours, the shifting chill of September.
Shifting to the richness of vibrant, pulsating Oaxaca colors, celebrations, family gatherings, the singing of grinding car and bus gears as they flood the city streets and village roads. Mothers calling to children, between haggling for a better price of corn at the daily market, the constant cacophony of braying donkeys and cackling guacalotes (indigenous turkeys).
We spotted a flock of wild turkey here grazing in an open field. They were stealth, moving as one unit until they disappeared into the birch and hemlock forest at the edge of the field.
A bunch of us had flights booked and paid for on Mexicana Airlines to get to Oaxaca for the Day of the Dead documentary photography workshop at the end of October 2010. Carol wrote to me to say she had just discovered that Mexican had canceled all their flights, no refunds were possible, and the company she had taken her travel insurance with did not cover this particular airline. I was in a bit of a panic.
Carol had made her travel plans on US Air via Orbitz. US Air would not find her a replacement carrier. I had booked on Continental RT to Mexico City, and then did a separate one-way ticket on Mexicana from MC to OAX at the cost of $107 USD. Carol finally got Orbitz to rebook her on AeroMexico for a minimal extra cost. I went in and did the same, booking my flight on AeroMexico to guarantee I would get to Oaxaca on time. By the time I got to it yesterday, the price had gone up $35 on the one-way from morning to late afternoon.
Chrissy said she talked to her credit card company and they said they would refund the amount she had paid to Mexicana and she rebooked on AeroMexico. I may try to do the same.
Meanwhile, who knows what will happen with Mexicana. Perhaps there will be investors interested in a fire sale.