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rear quarter panel, finishing off interior door frame

fur coat seat, pizza map deco

hood: double headed wind serpent

rain, sturgeon, lake, mud

seat: quilt from poly clothes, backrest fur coats


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headlamp nest with rose bumper

getting dressed,  a final fitting.  no cake or pie will matter now.

i have to be a tailor these long days, although i am shakey with the scissors.

i am inventing things for myself, meaning, working in techniques i have not tried before.  these days i am trying to figure out flat-lay finish rows for 1/3″ wide weavers and warps, running ends 42″long (gasp).  i am not saying i figured it out, just that i have to think about it.

misted cedar bark helps me.  it sleeps when i sleep, and when i awake, i see it has kindly harmonized itself with the hood, the trunk, the panels.  so kind of them to get along so nicely.

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dressing up in my best

cedar, wool, plastic strapping tape clothes, kept in place with oak strips and metal screws.

holes and bolts must  line up, cedar must lie down.  where do they fit together?  a little too long on this side, a little short on that.

where is craft in modern art? traditional aboriginal technology in the post-steel era?  contemporary arts and community engagement? and me and you?

trying to fit together steel, trees, and a dream; industry, ‘progress’, aboriginal  logic.

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friends who enter here

i appreciate that you have looked at my work

thank you

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decades ago, my friend Rena made traditional woven robes,baskets, and sang her Spirit songs, in the years when the Indian Act declared such practices illegal.

have you lived under such a law, that tells you it is better to buy than to make things the way your grandmother had?  i just wondered.

the state, the church, at this time, in this place, discouraged all Native art, craft, language, practice.  those who continued in the radical act, of Making, kept alive all we have now, the ancient practices in the modern world.

i am weaving, i am praying, i am Making because i believe in the power of Nature and the return of the viridian forest.

the place where i work

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treading water in a whirlpool of trash the size of texas

twenty thousand albatross carcasses, stomachs filled with plastic bottle caps

were they satiated when they died of starvation

did they thirst and did they dream

… red round small fish screw tops

… turpentine oil water

i am swimming, treading water, backstroke

an ocean filled  with broken 2 x 4, sharp empty cans

thrown by ocean surges, bitten flesh broken arm

swimming, moonlight, dawn

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