as much as I am not a fan of mythology. I am one of the DC universe and my inspiration came from my grandfather in appreciation for illustrations from Bernie Wrighson illustration.
from time I was born most people held a sentiment that northern tribes raided our villages and it’s understood in history that happened.
it does not mean that it was long lasting or held even in time of the country when it was in it’s place.
if I am nothing but echo of Leschi or Patkanim
I am what Chehalis might call, grandson of dog. One that picks up where someone was left off that was seen as no value.
the nuance of lines capture by Bernies work well illustrate his understanding and echo of okiyo-e style of line relief.
I made peace with self that I would not draw in those talents, ten years of study looking at what my great grandmother left to me in her time. a nuance perhaps overlook or over ruled. I was moved to understand the time of war when what is not spoken in schooling but upheld by document and true devotion, the individuals that sheltered my grandmother.
knowing this I made point to study the work and her brushes to take on something.
she had small carvings and many writings in music. I studied all of that as a child eldest of my relations. Happy times under the stairs of my grandparents house to figure out her writings when there was nothing but time. Her time is gone but the value of all that is erased is unbreakable. It is part of my existence, my boundaries what I know as person in keep.
to me she holds leadership in my heart a boss, a heat that can never be broken or taken from me.
as I dug foundation in rain with my father, hitting deep enough to find old clam shells. A sentiment of what is not gold but I held in my hands, sands of what might have been by grandpa Bennies time and the map I was trusted with to know, what places were once called.
The place I worked at called tuwadab cheh
the small running water that touches the beach is what I was told.
Linguists would not be kind in correcting me but that is my memory.
whatever differences our people have even within our own family, there is room to grow and learn and be open to thought. In pass of my grandfather, I met many people who gave my insights with patience and endurance to demonstrate their experiences.
when to great pillars were gone I lost myself. I carved a bit but not as I could at my best.
I had foundation of family that helped me through a dark hour. In that experience, I have done my best to carry over such shelter for others in my life.