Mixed media on canvas, (38” x 30” x 2”)
There is nothing fierce like the horns of a bison god. Father Sky also has horns--do you or don't you see them? I see dark, blue, yellow and white horns that point in all four directions out from the earth. Father Sky's realm is too far to see but I can feel it; I feel it when the wind blows. It is fierce but it is understanding. It is free to roam the universe like earthly beings roam and wander over all of Mother Earth. The fierce beings of the deserts, plains, and the mountains live to migrate like the birds of the sky. The feathered beings shield all life. The fiercest beings migrate...
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