I recall how much envy I had for my uncle and how shy he was and powerful. He didn’t say much and doesn’t to this day. At placement I had my angst in youth he allowed me to vent the person I was supposed to grow into.
When carving the figure of our ancestry there were few who came and he was persistent and it was a situation where it was an open house gated. He came with Mike Sterud. They would sit with me and just let me know I wasn’t alone and there we were three men, one carving and I loved it.
Embracing the nature of land we come from. With no politics or division. I just let the playlist go and as I ran my skew anytime they came around I felt protection. Most of the sound came from was birds in distance and I was able to feel not alone.
Only until Redbone came one did I see them groove. I felt so alive at the sun going down, from the corner of my eye they may have even moved their arms a little.
Half way thru a fence was built and people ran cable that divided. A group of men were peaceful at the initial intro and said what they were doing work to run lines and we just passed it off.
Uncle went away and as they were friendly at first, the leader came back not knowing that Mike was in the small shop portion of the property.
The leader came back in some way different that was weird to me asking with his crew if I was a REAL Indian. As in questioning who I was even thought an hour before, he was peaceful alone. My best guess is he shared to his crew his admiration and they changed his mind and he came back to me confrontational.
“Are you a real Indian”
“what” I replied as he felt assured with his crew and I thought to myself what is this about? Are they letting me know they don’t want Native art of culture here. In focus I thought to myself what can I do here because I’m just an artist and these are five men and this wasn’t the first time I was in this place.
I thank god for how stuck the door was jammed at that place.
My iPod had shuffle on and I downloaded some old things from my Uncle Buzz that I wasn’t familiar with and, hand to Star Lord
as I leaned off the stand in my attempt to feel bigger and say what I have to defend.
Mike kicked the door open and it felt like the moment the Nerds were defended by the black house.
“what’s going on here”? uncle Mike was just mad at the door jam but these white boys that had no idea a divine intervention took place. Because at that moment I wrote it on the pole when they ran away maybe thinking there were more Indians that would come out of that door.
from act of demonstratiion, silent mostly but guardians of the keep and protectors of the cedar. In my heart, I’m guarded by time and combination there of I can’t make up.
this light is my heart in darkness to pick me up. I love you beyond the stars.
credit known but not my own.
With the cedar tree I leaned on, what I learnt from Greg Colfax this code is woven into me. Where people cannot speak or write lines I devote myself to this. A promise to Holm and duty to those who gave themselves a world bigger.
It is a place I can’t control but was a thing I was told that I made shapes of.
Love from roots, protection from the ground up.
weary in the wings
Remember this story I was protected by a black dog to bring this to you. You are that need at time of need. From that place you can fly higher than you will ever know, This came from a dream only I know From P and T.
Going the distance to burn a book and accept the work I do is good enough. Earned a place few will ever understand.
for the followers of this work, understand an aim to fly we can be ground or flight in mind. Just hold that vision of who you are.