My interest in the lives of Native Americans goes far back into my childhood. What the source of it is, I cannot say. Perhaps it has something to do with a lifestyle closer to nature. I have always preferred wild places to tame, solitude to crowds. Or perhaps it is an appreciation of a simpler way of living. I am well aware of the difficulties of the lives of people in non-technological societies, but I am also aware of the difficulties of the lives of people in technological societies. Most people are content with the devil they know, I am probably no exception, but there are times when I am not very fond of that dude. Except for the myths of the movies, Native Americans are the ”invisible’ people of our nation. I am profoundly saddened by this fact but my intention in these paintings is not to proselytize, romanticize, or in any way speak for Native Americans. That is their job. My interest is as it always has been since my childhood: to connect with something I cannot quite understand and feel I have lost; something, perhaps, we have all lost.
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