When the sun sets in the desert South West, things appear. This is the nature of what touches me about that land. The people who lived the old ways there over a century ago knew things and depended on little else but the power in that knowledge. It is expressed in what they left behind. Their war shirts, head dresses, lances, medicine shields and ceremonial wands and their telling expressions in volumes of photography have invaded my soul and recording the impression those relics make on me is the only purpose for my painting. The American Indian was real; he personified the spirit of his land and protected its knowledge.

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