Remembering Richard Enzer — Final Part

Remem­ber­ing Richard Enz­er – Part 3 — Final

by Susan­na Starr

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The fol­low­ing year, our work sched­ule togeth­er with Richard con­tin­ued and now he was liv­ing in anoth­er house with much more room, while we con­tin­ued liv­ing in the house that would be our Oax­a­ca home for many more years. There were still par­ties and art open­ings and din­ners out at places like El Sol y La Luna which was a restau­rant that fea­tured local musi­cians as well as art exhibits on the adobe walls. Food was served in the indoor cov­ered patio and being with Richard meant being with lots of peo­ple. He always seemed to have the aura of a rock star” and the years we spent togeth­er always seemed filled with ongo­ing adven­ture. Com­plete­ly devot­ed to the work of the Line of the Spir­it, being in the city was anoth­er thing and the cir­cle of friends that we were con­stant­ly involved with was always a col­or­ful one.

Richard Enzer & Susanna Starr in Starr Interior's Courtyard, Taos, New Mexico
Richard Enz­er & Susan­na Starr in Starr Inte­ri­or’s Court­yard, Taos, New Mexico

It was dur­ing these years that we formed the last­ing friend­ship with Mitzi Linn who was Richard’s “spir­i­tu­al advis­er.” It was also then that we were intro­duced to Domeni­co and his friend, both of them fair­ly recent­ly arrived from Italy. They cooked fab­u­lous pas­ta din­ners at Richard’s house, a pre­lude to the restau­rants that Domeni­co would own and oper­ate after he mar­ried a local Oax­a­ca girl, as beau­ti­ful as he was hand­some. Domeni­co is now the own­er of Piz­za Rus­ti­ca, a won­der­ful and well known restau­rant housed in one of the old con­vert­ed Oax­a­ca mansions.
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Miri­am got mar­ried to an archi­tect that she met through the Line of the Spir­it and left to raise a fam­i­ly. Abi took her place and I work with her still. She is my very close friend. Although Ser­gio moved on, we now have anoth­er art direc­tor who was just a child when we began work­ing togeth­er with Richard. Jace is Alta Gracia’s son, which makes it very con­ve­nient since he’s work­ing direct­ly with his moth­er, our extra­or­di­nary dye-mak­er. He and his fam­i­ly are all still very involved in pro­duc­ing spe­cial pieces for the Line of the Spir­it and Alta’s gar­dens are as mag­nif­i­cent as the col­ors she pro­duces for the yarns that hang out to dry in the strong Mex­i­can sunlight.

About five years ago we decid­ed to change the name of our gallery from La Uni­ca Cosa which we had for about thir­ty years, to our new name of Starr Inte­ri­ors. We had a par­ty to cel­e­brate and much to my sur­prise and great plea­sure Richard came. I cried, stirred by an emo­tion I didn’t know I had. He had been sick, I knew, and had sur­vived a kid­ney trans­plant. He looked old­er, but so did I. I flashed back to one of the first open­ings we had for the Line of the Spir­it short­ly after we formed our part­ner­ship. Richard bought me a very spe­cial huip­il from one of the sev­en regions of Oax­a­ca which I wore to that open­ing. It had been a num­ber of years since we had seen each oth­er, with Richard mov­ing onto the Roman­ian project after our part­ner­ship end­ed, and my con­tin­u­ing with the Oax­a­ca project. It was emo­tion­al for both of us and his smile was a reminder of many times we had work­ing togeth­er in those ear­ly years of the nine­teen nineties.

I think, too, of the time when the tele­phone rang one evening and it was Richard. I knew imme­di­ate­ly from his voice that some­thing had hap­pened but wasn’t pre­pared for the news that his son, Michael, had just been killed in a motor­cy­cle acci­dent. Michael was spend­ing time with his Dad in Oax­a­ca and it was Richard’s hope that his involve­ment would con­tin­ue. But that was not to be. It was a dev­as­ta­tion that only a par­ent could know. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, I knew from first­hand expe­ri­ence, hav­ing lost my own son, when he was younger than Michael, a num­ber of years earlier.

Now Richard, too, is gone, hav­ing passed away last year. Hard liv­ing took a toll, I’m sure, but it was the kind of life he chose and I think he enjoyed it “to the max.” There were dif­fi­cult moments but they always passed and what­ev­er hap­pened that appeared dis­rup­tive was always resolved. But his genius lives on in the con­tin­u­a­tion and flour­ish­ing of the Line of the Spir­it. Short­ly after we became part­ners, I rec­og­nized the need for a trade­mark which remains the iden­ti­fi­ca­tion for this stun­ning body of work. Although I have gone on to intro­duce some designs and col­ors of my own, the col­lec­tion still retains his ini­tial vision.

Alta con­tin­ues to do her mag­ic with mak­ing the col­ors. Abi con­tin­ues to keep every­thing togeth­er in Oax­a­ca, Jace con­tin­ues to vis­it each weaver on the project and sup­ply them with the mate­r­i­al they need to com­plete their indi­vid­ual pieces and the fine staff at Starr Inte­ri­ors con­tin­ues to present the Line of the Spir­it col­lec­tion in the three rooms that house the col­lec­tion. We con­tin­ue to use the hand-card­ed, hand- spun wools pre­pared on a drop spin­dle at a remote Zapotec Indi­an vil­lage high up in the moun­tains. How can I men­tion that vil­lage with­out men­tion­ing their oth­er claim to fame, the mak­ing of mescal in home-made stills. Which brings up the mem­o­ries of going there with Richard to buy wool and sam­pling each of the offer­ings of spe­cial mescal from the var­i­ous hous­es in that lit­tle vil­lage. What an adven­ture! That, too, is part of remem­ber­ing Richard.