<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>always becoming</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><pubDate>Mon, 9 Sep 2024 02:13:51 -0600</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title/><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-now-editing-always-becoming-film.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2010 22:31:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-7186796161681599964</guid><description>We are now editing the Always Becoming film.

All the footage, interviews and music we've collected and shared with you over the past year in the blog are now being pieced together to complete the story of Always Becoming.



Our expected release for the one hour documentary is Fall of 2010, in the meantime we'll keep you posted on the progress.



For those of you who have been following the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0FL0ygj91BXYhxVE6X7DnGNit5YDpArjFmYxbJSiwNOCowmB8RXpfLzgTBsRzsRD4RrXvxywauFUr8OePi8ejeucmv8wqaQ1UOl7sZC7FCfJnxG7G9t4mrHNlS5GUCmM57GwCAOLfdI/s72-c/always+becoming+v1_4+still+A.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Connecting The Dots</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2010/04/connecting-dots.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 00:38:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-1266388214976351340</guid><description>&amp;nbsp;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Our Brothers And Sisters</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-brothers-and-sisters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 6 Apr 2010 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-7197343496568905812</guid><description>One
Interview: 
Tito Naranjo 
december 2009 
(00:27:07) 
"America is great at trying to make other people in their own image..."

When I was young I thought indigenous people were a phenomena particular only to the United States. Public&amp;nbsp;schooling&amp;nbsp;reinforced all kinds of misconceptions, creating Natives as a discovered and quickly conquered race. And, that&amp;nbsp;after the Mexican border, </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>A Glimpse</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2010/02/glimpse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-8985985570652305188</guid><description>"Of this our true individual life, our present life is a glimpse, a fragment, a hint, and in it's best moments a visible beginning."- Josiah Royce
 





Next month: Our Brothers And Sisters</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Watch It: An Interview with Tito Naranjo</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2010/01/watch-it-interview-with-tito-naranjo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 00:01:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-8162781928747630639</guid><description>

"Etching a new beginning from old songs.
Ancestral sounds navigating steady and sure
Across a celestial canvas with prayer bundles in hand
Singing welcoming chants.
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 
It is the beginning of a simple 
Wondrous gift called life."- From the poem, Always Becoming


In all the interviews we've done over the year of filming one thing is clear, as Native people our spirits are </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Imagery And Self Image Reversals In A Post Victim Indian</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2009/12/imagery-and-self-image-reversals-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:38:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-7208055745897424553</guid><description>When I was eight years old I worked during the summers for a man named Jack Denver. Mr. Denver owned a curio shop and motor lodge at the south end of Taos, New Mexico. Denver's Curio Shop sold fake Indian jewelry, "Real Indian Drums" which were made of metal and rubber, postcards with romantic images of Pueblo Indians, pottery, corn necklaces and war bonnets. The "Real Indian Drums" and actually </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Strong Women | Part Two</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2009/11/strong-women-part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 20:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-8737318096508602966</guid><description>
&amp;nbsp;Virginia Romero was a Tiwa Indian from Taos Pueblo, New Mexico. Virginia weighed all of 90 pounds and stood four and a half feet tall on days when she wasn't hunched over with a bundle of some kind on her back. Her long black hair never left the tidy knot at the back of her head and on days when the task at hand was especially dirty and laborious - plastering with mud or tanning a hide - </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1kz-wMpQ5ITdfbNWEaW6wwgqiTIjGqzDc_4q8EP6ylzLljSppEVaGTEnK-YJXmdsM1tOiA-nR4fgTtatISQzVd0L0mnyVI65esjVpzp1rG4gDtHhgqScS6Kq0Pm2P_qSH1iAIxbvMi8/s72-c/virginia+romero-B%26W_nov09Blog.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Fred Nahwooksy</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2009/10/fred-nahwooksy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 18:41:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-6029910788730144212</guid><description>While working on the sculptures of Always Becoming on the Smithsonian Mall, Fred Nahwooksy often stopped by the site to talk with the crew. 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Jia means mother in the Tewa language. My mother was a combination teacher and drill sergeant </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Finding The Music</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2009/07/finding-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:23:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-7419558828314499014</guid><description>In May of 2007 while the Always Becoming Sculpture Project was underway, short podcasts documenting the construction were also being filmed for internet access. The idea behind the podcasts was to share information with anyone who was interested in seeing the building process and learning more about the concept and people involved. Dax and I discussed the where and how of getting music for the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Weaving</title><link>http://alwaysbecomingfilm.blogspot.com/2009/06/weaving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 23:26:00 -0600</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877493149489391385.post-3111626804690139014</guid><description>Weaving. Verb,    1. To compose a connected whole by combining various elements or details.    2. To be or become formed or composed from the interlacing of materials or combining of various elements: she is weaving yarn into fabric.Merriam-Webster's DictionaryFrom the very beginning of the Always Becoming project, there has been a strong presence of people participation. 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The night before the Margaret Archuleta Interview I wake up and go through the “to do” list. ‘Questions for the interview typed out and in my folder by the door,' Check.  'Everybody’s confirmed to be at the right place, at the right time,' Check. 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