I was just in Arizona (my first time out west outside of a couple visits to California and one time in Denver) and the harsh beauty of the desert really took me by surprise. I’m so used to seeing the green, tall trees of the midwest, and the changing colors of this time of year, but the dusty reds and pinks of the mountains around Phoenix, and the rarity of the green cacti was so unlike what I’m used to. That landscape brought to mind what it must have been like for the first settlers out there, how everything felt like it was on a much larger scale.
The colors and history of the west reminded me of how much I love the native american patterns that Pendleton uses. I thought I’d share a few of my favorite pieces.