Black Mesa. 24 x 36.

When I was twelve I was climbing on the north cliff of this mesa and
found a jawbone in a crevice of rock. I took it to the museum at
Santa Fe where it was identified as having come from a four-year-old
child who had died about 250 years ago. Shocked, I began reading the
history of the Pueblo Revolt of 1680 and its bitter end on the black,
windswept dome of Tunyo, the Black Mesa, were DeVargas besieged the
desperate remnants of the Revolt and starved them to submission. It
still broods over the quiet Rio Grande valley north of San Ildefonso,
a grim monument to the passion all people have to be free.

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