During our recent visit to the Phoenix area, I spied a sign for an Indian Market. That seemed a good way to spend a Sunday morning.
Happily for the ones who had a booth, the market was crowded both with lookers and buyers.
It was not surprising to see people drawn to the Acoma pottery typified by geometric designs so carefully drawn on the surface with brushes some of which have only one bristle.
Since I am not in buying mode these days, I paid as much attention to displays as to what was being sold. Of course, color always caught my eye, and this booth was both colorful and fragrant.
What was most enjoyable was stopping to visit with some of the vendors when they were not too busy. This young painter is Navajo from a reservation in northwestern Arizona. He described it as very primitive without running water or electricity in contrast with what he called the town Indians who live closer to cities. He feels lucky to have been blessed with talent that allows him to paint in the style of his people.
This fella was showing his handmade jewelry, but in quiet moments he strummed on his guitar. He explained there was rarely time for him to play so he took advantage of down time during shows. It was easy to tell that music was soothing to him.
There were several others creating music which made me wonder if it wasn’t inherent in their souls. Then I remembered the visit to the Musical Instruments Museum with the quote Music is the language of the soul, which seems to be true in so many ways.
Totally out of context at an Indian Market was this display of French table linens. To many of you it will not be surprising to learn that I couldn’t refrain from buying one as I am so drawn to their Jacquard loom woven patterns and colors.
All in all, the Indian Market was a wonderful way to spend a few hours and a great people watching opportunity. No way could I resist photoing these two guys, so wonderfully opposite. Sunday wanderings are so full of opportunity!
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