threads of the spiderwoman

I was asked by a friend to share Arthur Naiman's beautiful poem again, in the context of the classic poem that he was responding to by G...

Blood like holy water shrouds each birth; Waves that curl and sputter; the forest veined and lined; The earth is all the grace we need on e...

Mask in Progress: "THE RIVER FACE" (Native American flute music, sounds of water) 5 Masks are mounted on sculptural stands. Danc...

I'm having a problem working. I suppose that's part of the process. You can't ask a question, a real question, without the un...

Here I am, in beautiful Michigan, at the apartment the Aldon Dow Creativity Center gave me. Much to say about the journey, much to say abou...

My sense of moving into harmony with the Weaver continues as I approach the continental midpoint now. The photo above, of a Navajo weaver...

Pulling off the road in Winslow, Arizona I entered a gas station converted into an “Indian Arts” gallery, although quite a few of the items ...