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Painting - Painting Mixed Media Done By Hand Slow Art
This painting is done is Acrylic and pastel with a Satin finish on a stretch canvass. Started in 2012 finished in 2016. Lots of spiritual thought and research went into this one. This art work was done during the time the artist was losing her vision which makes it even more of a treasure. Thank the Lord for great Doctor and surgery so she is able to keep painting.
In American Indian Folk Lore there are some awesome tales and beliefs. One is of the White Crow and White Buffalo. This painting has a portrait of Geronimo in the clouds. He was not a great chef but a member of the tribe, I used him because we all have greatness in us has great a any chef that is what make a great nation is the least of us succeeding. The fence is a depiction of the bearers we all put up that keep us from understanding one another. The four features depict the four directions WEST, EAST, NORTH AND SOUTH NATIONS. One day probably after I am died and gone the America Indian nation will be part of the UN and will teach all the nations of unity of community that they seem to have in their tribal Council. Done in honor of a great people.
The following is the poem written about the story that it tells:
Look to the past for Tomorrow
Treaties and they talked of peace
From the Great White One to Sitting Bull and Cochise
Help save us from the fenced walls,
Or watch this stolen nation fall!
Geronimo, they yell as they fall
But the White buffalo says to save them all.
Each memory of each desecration
Separates the great nations,
West, east, south and north chefs must be one tribe,
The great white buffalo tells the tale and it was scribed,
To add the Red, White, Black and Yellow into one nation,
Look to the past for tomorrow revelations,
Since the dawn of time history repeats
Unless we unite into one tribe, we will all have defeat,
Look to the Native Chef's legends and belief,
Not in one tribe but in all even the commander and chef,
Take it from the White crow that bellowed the warning to the breed,
Forgive the names faded from the list for they are part of the creed,
Kept them close but your enemy closer,
To make him a friend and all become the next composer.
And the black crow will not need to be a white one to warn you of the impunity,
Look to the past for tomorrow and the unity of our community.
Copyright �2015 Michelle Reid~Hawley
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June 13th, 2016
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