I was here before I came.....
roots run deep
open country, sliprock canyons....mesas
my soul wrapped tightly around
sandstone boulders, sweet smelling sage...
across
land.time.place
a respect and love for the people
I walk this land in my collective memory
a link between past and present,
illuminating the Native traditions,
in passion, in humbleness.
with pen and brush,
a collection of vibrant, moving images
stories untold till now,
gathered in the name of our relations.
i transverse this land....only now...but also before
.........I was here before I came
only the faces will tell their stories.
today....
listen....
and they will speak to...more
