I remember the movie Pee wee’s big adventure, how crazy it was on screen sitting in a seat where someone had and adventure playing a clown for amusement. A clown scene that haunts people close to me to this day but it is all but an image. A moving picture in context with sound that grips you in your seat.
I love music as if nobody could tell. It conveys a story. Across any genre like any.
Seeing color as I do, I’ve finally arrived at place I made my career open to share how I see things in recent years. Muted, tones of the water and sounds of the trees and the water. Upon reading Red Paint by Sasha Louise Lapointe. I send a message back to you now that you live here on our place. The figure that stands across from the museum in Tacoma echoes ancestry that you longed for because of your namesake. I sat beside your name before you’ve become who you are and I can witness from afar how it has become a beacon. I’m but an artist and I said it to you years before that your grandmother, your namesake would blush and who you are and how you will move many people.
Comptia Koholowish is in my heart today along with many to know it is not our day of Independence.
I am no where near the experiences you drive from your writings or honesty but I have pages inspired yet to publish god willing. Far from recess of where we came from. I’ve written in my past about my father and the Indian Relocation act and why I don’t fish. Being Indian as foreign as the word is to us and as you said, would your ancestor or my ancestor know the name “Indian” or the English names we are bound to.
Words escape me but in between us even though we haven’t met I have great respect because as I was at a fireworks stand where a Boston man bragged about his family founding Puyallup, I could turn an eye to my friends to know the river we were along is like a vein no one will understand. I don’t wear paint and many of our people don’t, I have appreciation for it and the power it is and always will be.
The art I make is driven by the many songs of many houses no one can take away from me because they can not go back in time and be there before things were different. My love for Bane in the Batman mythos comes from his single line “but we are iniated”. No one can know depth of the writing you share and I am proud of you for sharing it.
