Thursday, September 20, 2001, Aaron drove into Clarendon with a bad transmission on his VW van, it got worked on. He needed an old cowboy hat so he could go on a walk, so I gave him one of my old, sweaty character hats. He spent most of the next 2 days going through black & white proof sheets and using my office phone trying to find someone in New Mexico. He was writing another draft to a story about the Taliban response to 9/11. Polishing a story about the Children of the Sun in Svanetia, Georgia, and a story about Buddhist temples in Burma................
Aaron had worked alone shooting the Kekku Shrines of Burma, he then returned to Myanmar with a documentary film crew to shoot the national sport of chinlon. That is what brings us to this story and this photograph.
It was time for a change, a time to really reconnect. Aaron had gone to New Mexico to visit a member of that chinlon film crew, who suggested he settle in the area, knowing a spot near them, suitable to start a small art colony. He bought that plot of land with a studio, a small guest cottage, bath house and a couple raw sloping pinon and pine acres, 35 east of Sante Fe, New Mexico, off the Pecos, in the San Ysidro, Ilfeld store area.
On Friday, October 5, 2001, I bought a case of beer, filled the Jimmy with gas, grabbed tools and a camera and headed for New Mexico. It would be my first of many weekends over the next 2 years working with my son on his artist environment. We got up Saturday morning and began building tables for the studio. Aaron laid a flagstone walk at the entrance to the studio in the afternoon, I build a couple of bookcases for the great room as the day turned to night. By 11:53 PM Aaron was sitting in the loft at his new desk and photo light table. There was nothing else in that upstairs space, no bed, not a nail on the wall, nothing, just the essentials, work.
I chose this photo, because it reminds me of the clarity of his mission, the utter simplicity of the art. blue window frame, back light on the slope, and silhouette of the Architect of hueyhouse.
It’s hard to believe that was 11 years ago. Think about how many visions you have a chance to witness in your lifetime. I am blessed, he just keep them coming.