a collective blog by indigenous women photographers
This work has to be done collectively. One person could not do it all. That collective mentally is deeply embedded in indigenous teachings as is upholding our sacred responsibility from our ancestors.
However, I know me. I like visiting. I like driving in and throwing my stuff around and making mad plans to fill every spare second, then moving on. I can only survive so long with a million other people. I need my land. I need my trees. I need my space.
I know Alba is the most sacred thing in my entire world but in my effort to share and curate, I forgot to protect her sacredness.
"...all I want is for our upcoming generations to have moments peace just like that with their own songs, prayers, and ceremonies."
My two little sisters are a blessing and a curse. I have memories of their births, though some of the details get a little confused. I remember being woken up in the middle of the night and getting carried out to our old chevy pick up truck but I don’t know if my other sister… Continue reading Sisters
"On a soul level, though, when I hold these items I am filled with gratitude for the woman who made them, because to some degree I owe my existence to her basketry expertise and her ability to sell the baskets in this newly imposed system of capitalism."
It's been a learning experience, and we are so thankful to have met a lot of inspiring new and established artists along the way.Â
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