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Nephew’s Tile and a Poem

Nephew Mark's Tile
Six-inch tile unfired, designed by nephew Mark
My Nephew Mark in Chicago designed this toucan bird tile. It’s his third design, the previous two were a cheeta and an american bison. During my arts and crafts shows he draws something and I make a tile from it. My next post will be of the glazed version.

I wrote a poem in response to Emily Dickenson’s “Slant of Light”. My dad was born in Amhearst Massachusetts and my aunt use to walk by Dickenson’s house. I didn’t know it, but after reading my grandfather’s family history, I found out I have some puritan blood mixed in with my native Alaskan blood. I’ll give her poem first than mine below it:

There’s a certain Slant of light
Winter Afternoons–
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes–

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us–
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are–

None may teach it–Any–
‘Tis the Seal Despair–
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air–

When it comes, the Landscape listens–
Shadows–hold their breath–
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
on the look of Death–

Now my version (reaction?)

When Emily spoke of light
of Amherst Winters
Our oppression would be twice
a New Englanders

Frontier frownies, we paste on–
With yes, frost bite black
By third degree down in depth,
Whence our undies, back–

Molly Hootch says teach it–
That our seals have hair–
And a bad sea food addiction
Stenching up the Air–

Only then, White Alice listened–
In shrouds of Moose breath–
Only now, ’tis the NSA
And we look like Meth–

Ok, I’m back in 4th grade, wanting to make people laugh. Anyway, for clarification, Molly Hootch brought a lawsuit against the state so that indigenous students wouldn’t have to leave their villages to go to school out of state. And “White Alice” was the name for the old northern radar stations that were part of the cold war.

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BIA Providers Conference

BIA Providers Conference
Peter Lind Sr.

I haven’t posted in over a month! Where does the time go? So I did the BIA (Bureau of Indian Affairs) Providers conference selling my art tiles from December 2-5. I was between a couple of real artists. The gentleman in the picture beyond the corner of my table is Peter Lind Sr. He has done stuff for Museums and the Smithsonian, and on the other side of my table was Alfred Nauman who has made full size Aleut kayaks for a Paris Museum.

The Dena’nina Convention Center is large. We were on the second floor which is like four floors in a normal building. You can see the sidewalk across the street in the background. A guy was zooming about on a segway that had a specail attachment that scattered gravel and salt around when it started snowing.