Braided Lives" October 28th - Dec. 31 2006

Performance October 28th at 7 PM

"Los Hermanos"           Oil on Linen                     16" x 20"

One morning, while on my morning walk, the two trucks I had passed every morning for years were glowing in the morning sun. The owner was in his yard, and I had an impulse to stop and ask if it would be OK to paint his trucks. Julian agreed and said a Sunday morning would be best. Two days later I received the poems for the Braided Lives show. I love to paint portraits, and after painting my first truck a few years back, I found the same beauty in painting the trucks. Like people, they all have a personality and a long life that has brought them to the place they now are. After reading Jim's poem, "Old Pickup Trucks on Taos Streets and Sky", I instantly knew that somehow he had written it for me.  While painting the trucks, Julian came out to chat with me. I told him I thought the trucks were like brothers. I guess he agreed, because later, his wife came out to take a look. She said she loved that I had called them brothers. She thought of them as her babies. The name stuck--"Los Hermanos"

Old Pickup Trucks on Taos Streets and Sky

By James Ciletti

Even on the shortest visit to Taos

you'll notice star wheels blazing the night sky,

and old trucks, among grazing horses in the fields,

trucks, parked beside tan adobe houses, chugging

down the narrow streets, like the red GMC

over on Santisteven Street, this guy's a real chick

magnet, shiny chrome grill, fenders clean and

slicked back, probably whistles at every skirt he sees.

Down on Valverde, that dark green, bull-nosed

Dodge Powerwagon, big nobby traction tires,

surely takes a break every afternoon, swings the

saloon doors open and stomps up to the bar

to slug back two shots of raw whisky.

That poor derelict Studebaker sunk in creek mud,

sun-fire eating the rust off the roof, moonlight

bleaching the fender tops, wheels missing, but

doors sprung open, seat springs awaiting

this afternoon's breathless high school lovers.

Bodacious -- that patent leather shiny black

Ford, toothpick between its teeth, wants to buy

you a drink or two, swirl you across the dance

floor, tip his hat, open the door for a midnight ride

up to the mesa to count the