In the desert, I can never grasp the distance to my point of focus.
A days walk? A half a days walk?
How many stops would I have to make?
What would it look like to stare back into the distance, in this very place I'm sitting now.

- November, 2014

And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch - Projects
 

And The Desert Called touches on a personal connection to the landscape of New Mexico. It began in 2009 when I drove back and forth from Chicago to La Esperanza three times in one summer for a course on Permaculture. Despite three original silver gelatin prints hanging in my parents basement of Georgia O'Keffee and her Abiquiú home, taken by photographer Todd Webb, I hadn't given this place much thought before that first trip. New Mexico is most certainly not all desert or defined by the presence of O'Keeffe, but these photographs were the sole association I had with the essence of the state up until I went.

It would be 5 years until I returned again, but all along, there it was, waiting, beating, a beacon. The images shared here are snippets from two trips taken in 2014 and 2015. They are the eyes of a tourist who's intentions weren't focused on destinations. They are the surface scratching for something more, which is sure to come. There's no other option, the desert called, I answered. 

And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch (http://evadeitch.com)
 
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch (http://evadeitch.com)
 
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch - Projects
 
 
 

I don't want to spoil you with my glances.
Walking, head down, through the low thirsty grasses
I try to paint you in the way I remember, instead.

- November 2014

 
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch - Chamas River
 
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch (http://evadeitch.com)
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch (http://evadeitch.com)
 
 
And The Desert Called - Eva Deitch (http://evadeitch.com)