Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Basket Makers.

(Falling - David Marquis)

A little delve into my plethora of experiences out west.
I recently found a box in my basement, thus being the cause to this entry. It is full of partials, dug up with my very own hand under instruction of the real archaeologists. Yet, the true finds are displayed in my adobe.

Having a fantastic invitation to a site on a farmer's personal land somewhere in Arizona...
I do not recall the ge
ntleman's name, as it was my father who arranged the excavation in full.


With extensive agriculture means for those who remained low land... in the 1100 to 1400's one can find some moved up, literally becoming the cliff dwellers. There, their agriculture continued to flourish in the valleys below while they nested high above in their protected fortresses from climate or foe. Culture lead to systematic dwelling... living. Stockpiling goods and food, and in turn using each astronomical season for what it brought. They even constructed roads and were tradesmen in their own rite. Their architecture was dependent on their superb masonry and their ability to perform such tasks without common math or metal. Their hieroglyphs still debated today.


Their pottery is defined for the centuries. The intricate basket weaving fused with clay made them waterproof and nearly surviving the test of time itself. Flat bottomed or rounded, geometric black and red don the vessels hand painted by a yucca brushes. Jewelry even, fashioned along with the intricate designs of the pottery.


The Ancient Ones / Enemy.
The Flute Players.
The Anasazi.


The Basket Makers.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're so informative yet poetic like too. Very cool.