I hope the day never comes when I am dead to adventure.
Queen Moon
I’m honoring an ancient tradition which probably predates the negative connotations of the eclipse and of the moon herself.
When We Fight We Win
The presence, the faces, and the words of the Navajo were themselves living images, engraving on my mind the urgency of a cause I’ve known about for years but never felt personally.
Hagiography: The Copied Pot, The Repeated Story
In choosing invention, I chose my own view, my own voice, as I chose the woven forms of the marble statue I bought at Indian Market from a young Navajo sculptor.