the Dragons keeper and promise

the arms on time, the world within my distance

I am taken to place of memory of thoughts. I can make nothing without the gravity I am

I would be nothing without mentorship of hold. The boundaries I place one myself. Fly into a bigger place than I know. if I had no woman to contain my wounds and loss I would be chaos.

I wear an equal with the love I call my love. it is what it holds into distance no person can take from the sense memory. for those who read into us. there are places we go and belong you have no place to be.

I promised my mentor I would earn my keep and be the hold and in this I am.

Red paint and black

I was a place I belong to be with time and tide

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Focus open eye

memory

A cross world if you want darkness and you’ve found its winter.

Nightmare before Christmas

present to be lost not belong.

Val

the darkest place where in the recall my hero a woman reminds me of a wound I know is open.

the only way to express to our kin, Dune, to ask one to be a force. I am no place or time if you can’t find fang I can be a song or value. invaluable and belong as TenEt

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Learning by Doing

I was given an ultimatum that I let go the things I lost and embrace the value of what is in its place. No hard drive and yet hard drive within if it calls me to recall such place. I carried a journal after the studio break in in a premise that it would lock down my ideas. When my woman looked at it as designer she knew it was true but rushed as sense of urgency. She took that book away and I continued my work for two months.

I asked about it and she said she threw it in the dumpster in San Diego.

a Silent house for a week with my anger but understanding what need to happen happened.

what is truly imporant to your value, ideology and mind solidifies. In that same vein, I have a book she looks for :)

once you see you cannot unsee.

See me thru the Dark

the darkest our, I am not enemy but the vengeance you call.

a raven and wolf

what is known

letting the last of my eagle feathers and hold my hand the down that was in keep I could never hold I lot go. I become a wound as promise. Lay down my arms and plank for hours and be no person, and see who would engage me and no one came but the stars in my eyes and and that is all I wanted.

I went back to know what I belong to. a place of holding dream. unbreakable.

if I stood long enough that Balups could see me and touch my face then I felt known and invisble only to our people that know appreciate the song I know.

no tide can change my ground, it will know the cold of feat but know it’s earn and wash. become what the world makes you known.

I hold wait and earns that are burned like ashes in my mouth to tell you. Do not ask song to sing unless it means end to an end.

if I am the name I know it. I know I wear the knowledge I am kept. If men worship black water over the value of land, I am the iron of copper aged by uncle Joe to be the grandson of dog if there is a name written before it’s time, I am that. I will hold this line as long as my life is known whole. All my dreams have come to be and my heroes become thin but I am holding dreams within my arms to make new things a new.

Perhaps in the wreckage there are parts the remain and I am part of those things in what I can carry forward.

All weight you cannot lift or lose but time

A time hit me that I did not know how deep my hurt could exist until my heroes thin like a thing Subiyay told me would happen. Be good and know what you do is fulfilling a part of history and beings of tree people.

This winter is like no other, where I have a studio of my own I looked to burn my old sketch books.

I place on my walls the heroes that are unbreakable and heroic.

I will never be a wolf or frog. I dance no mask but I can make things and if called to be so when I am in the Wright frame of mind I will be a call. I have fealty to the land that calls me to place and belonging. As a place that cannot denie it’s source code.

To be here my father next to me defender of Chief White Bird, a phrase of Joseph, I will fight no more forever…

that is not to mean we are gone. it is in my heart a place I can tell my dependence of Spiyalacub, dxwsqius, Tea-qwa-supp, and the time I am with my father and be here now.

Someone spoke ill of my heroes and I am like buoyancy a lock shá as kiya told me to be embracing embers and see thru the darkness to be a name that belongs you into the arms you are.

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black is spade

if my world was called all gold, if would be this.

imitation

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I have a hundred ideas in my head, when Diety recorded in Ballard, two months follow death of

staley, I do not drink in ways or drug their practice, in their challenging life I want a knowing life is eternally kept

Steve Jobs had love for music and Tim is about health and that place I can climb I

have inspiration if nothing else

Postman

the faces on wall of where we were before. not stone but true and in all efforts I can be part of my promise.

Nobi Takahashi as iron forge thru me

like Lock Shot, the name of my adopted grandmother.

Kamaitachi by Sepultura

I will endure what beyond is a tension and what things were intended good

the teachings of something larger than myself to be nothing without break

I can never be white, I could not find all money in the world to be and it was never me place to be that.

my duty to hold ground with the name I have no one can take from me, an iron of earth no place can forge but the story I can be place I know horse stalls of contained patience are not formidable but adherence.

I hold ground for lock Shot

because my name defended her mother, that is my duty.

I can be nothing without a reminder to her an eagle fishing out fisherman on water. she knows this pulling in water. That is plight.

Never Erased a wall

I found the names Ramona and Hoagie at a place unfair. Hold within my heart tremble of the undefeated knowing of families important to us. Before the Fair was Puyallup is was trade and holder of great value.

A dsiplay that has Kobiyashi, Yamamoto and Kawasaki.

I hold my hand against that wall for two seconds feel the void of what was taken

like the stalls Bill Holm said our Chiefs of his teachings endured. A protection of culture like cages.

the darkest hour of what happened I have privilege in my hands to do something. Be travelled well enough to go back and forth to feel what bonds are not broken.

uncontainable

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I let go something to carry on a knowing, my fealty to heart. Know I am work in progress. Moved by many things that I must remain faith to.

without dark holder of gravity. An exploration of extremes, there is nothing.

Postman

it would be easy to say the sky is crying

A day when one of great depth and knowledge

goes somewhere we can not be part of

my heart goes out to the Hunts

in a time i could not find a way to make things

i looked to my piers and Shawn was making

remarkable things like no one had ever seen

no design i can make for my friend in distance

my world is shaped by many things that are not

about money but value

I talked to my fellow artists here where i am

pictures of his work

a made awareness

light is like a graviton lance

a half moon that came up over

the water telling my peers

who Bradley Hunt

my friend said, tonight

the moon is like a half blood moon

i reminded her, that there are fires

in distance

the darkest time I thought I would not be the name I am. I went to Loren White to lift me up from my self doubt and carved and carved until the sun came up. I can’t remember if I shared the inspiration. I know no other family member that can break into a darkness of theme and exploration that inspires so many.

Tribute to my lifter

Rande Cook can be the witness of this along with Richard

the work we are changing many things and the playful nature of design language I am not playful with but I am part of too many thoughts if I try to absorb them all.

if ever you need a place to carve, this south side an open house to be a place where only we know how to do what we do.

Searching with my good eye closed

in absence of my heroes. A thought passes that collapsing stars still leave embers of light. A recollection of a time that I met Chris Cornell as a teenager. That time is far behind me and now knowing I am doing keep. I know at this time a black dog that is cast out that is good. A guard of knight worthy of holm.

I could draw design in imitation of of mentors but it would be pale comparison to their vision. Days go that I can not pick myself up. Where I am half way if lucky to be, I was moved to tears to see a paddle on the wall of the gallery, Arthur Thompson, Thunderbird at my time of doubt.

Without Marvin, in absence of a mentor who could navigate waters of this journey. My self pity was taking me away from potential. One would imagine that I had some dream that happened over sleep. It is a place of romanticism like the idea I carve by thread of teach in my heritage. All I have I fought to be like a root reaching surface among me peers.

Umista was a word of my mentor Holm I found with great revealtion. When I was asked by someone why I am not of a house. I have no response beyond the knowing my grandmothers aunt told me, painted world will call you but don’t call it on you. If you go to somewhere you don’t believe something, it will only take you somewhere unknown. I am not inside but I protect the door.

what I hear what I know beloved to me. Songs that do not belong to me but the people that know themselves. My father, a decendant of Chief Whitebird of place I am just a shadow of his keep and steward. By old ways, I will have not connection but by keep I am a loyal royal black dog.

Whatever was taken from our time. I protect with all arms of days in me.

I make no joke, the bats come now at time like no other time. To see the raccoon in distance grass at my home now the reward of house where I can belong aside a Fern.

Many moons will pass time, and I will wear the work I need to as time sees fit.

reminder of my mate. if language was not important or valuable why was is so urgent to take it from us. Halth ci yuss, make the work good.

be careful of what you wish.

King George, King Arthur

I can see part of a picture but know it is not mine to own

it is a moment I hand off

I signed print work and saw a paddle from Arthur and this sparked idea

George David said to me, one day I would find way to keep design language in heart of being.

I put my hand in water in hopes a lamp wray would bite me in chehalis and at moon they didn’t take. Some fear and anger in me walking away.

I am the place I have already been.

be the arms that keep you.

Discipline

I keep this brief. I had not belief of sorts that holding objects had power within themselves. Until I held the D adze of Duane Pasco that Loren White handed off to my friend Adam and the moment I worked it into the wood. I felt some place of knowing the work in it’s hand.

I could hold it for an hour but not something I could endure with thoughts of who they are in that.

positive and negative

however far I travel, the tools I need are in a doctors bag. reshaped from old saws. Lessons of my first mentor and extension of who they were and are. I want someday to make moving pictures of this work and this thing I saw from Duane is in my head that won’t leave me until it becomes known.

to work with something I did not make is in my head to play another players guitar. I love Duane and Loren but it would be weight so heavy in me. I want to know them as their own rock star elements. The time they have been and who I am now. My reflection of what I learn is the adze of what I have to work with as a branch extending.

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What is dead can never die.

however things go. I will use what I have to see the work through as long as I can.

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The Light in the Window is a Crack in the Sky

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Innocence

Sunday was a day people would look forward to comic strips and commentary and those places are disposable as thoughts, that go into know where. I give what is art, a bone to chew on. Look upon noticing things you don’t have awareness of innocence. Humanity is keep and this word is jostling as would your mind if you if you read it.

There are men I live to echo with some sense of what I. can be

arms within my hand

things I know I can not make, but middle i’ve met bridge to express my heart. only ways our people can understand as keepers under the mountain.

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choose your own adventure.

Trade Post Mortem

The names of places and people with whatever effort time can make attempt to erase place or purpose.

What is left of me in this time my bond to my father learned through efforts of time. Not knowing his time long before me but in all void I had gone to climb and isolate self. The teachings of his father be silent and learn nature for a weeks time with nothing.

I went to place I can come back to, sit on my back and close my eyes against the stars and adhere to my isolation. Perhaps pretend death where vultures see with coyotes I am not so.

I could have been nothing more than the echo of existence and moved sodier of art

the face of a hapa, the knows a great achievement will be a great weight to carry. I belong to this land and it arrived at time I am wound, the kneed destiny that some call it.

my call is a recollection if the success of Soundgarden as a band echoed

some sense of grate things and I demonstrate to this world, my small efforts. If I am dead the day after tomorrow to my father who raised me. All I can be is the whole that has come full circle.

Dancing Days cover STP

It Takes all Kinds

Feeling a sense of accomplishment with some work behind me today. The intention of this work was a demonstration of shapes with their purpose. The paddles behind me in the photo are varied examples of Western Washington tribes with nuances that have function and purpose.

The canoe profile is one that my great great grandfather knew well in his lifetime. A river style canoe made for rivers and inner Puget sound waters.

In my efforts to have a moon as central figure with salmon surrounding with clouds subtle reference in background. Someone once accused me being disciple of Holm. The meaning as if I were a follower of some leader but it was not him as my mentors mentor. I am a student of many people who have taken time to show me the things that have meaning.

I’m forever grateful for the time I had with those here and now another place. In either way the work continues. And even if some of the loved do not recognize me or have confused me. The phrase for Marty Holm is title to this post.

My hope is that thru time and distance. I can share the paddles shaped as if you imagine all that crowd. That many hands of time that existed to arrive to perfected shape of waters and travels.

The paddles unpainted only stained as close to natural place I to the best way I can recall so they adhere to examples of function time and place.

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something made me take paws, to know the place I carved paved over by industry. I saw a rabbit run that made me screech my brakes. I saw in the distance four coyotes pacing under new lamps and a new street.

Reminded of time they were there as thorns brush looking at me carving. Knowing I had nothing to do with them but my work. That was 2010, I want to believe that pack is part of one that is eternal to land that has duty to land. I went as far to pull off the road to see if one would come to me.

put my hand on the pavement, and express my memory of my heritage. One that stayed long enough to be a cars length from me, circled and got called away.

In some way I want to know, our relationship was not so far from broken, my thoughts will always be this.

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A reminder of four coyotes and a black dog story I know that felt like a myth to me until I have experienced such thing. When I asked my closest known where the grandson of dog in that story is.

it is mystery, I want to think it was me. but the story is not that.

Some place I have time afford to me, work on my hands to do. When I am not social. I have no time because I have obligation.

my heart beats fast as the rabbit that is chased.

a new house will be at the place of our people now. And without me making it’s foundation I am distantly proud of it’s existence as my grandmothers mission was to see a place of belonging for those who need to find themself thru song.

There are songs that people will never know I know and know only with known.

by guard of my life I know in my heart this can be shelter for being and heart.

We as People here are not clan adhere to physical beings as much as songs. The land upon which the house stands was a farm and before it steward and maybe walked by Chief
Sitwell, A literal few would understand my sentiment in my statement. My time is my time and I regard myself as a hand in time grasping what I can understand with what moves me.

All is not Lost

No division but thought. Style of what we make I was humbled by an interview Billy Corgan interviewed the brothers of Stone Temple Pilots in an exploratory intrigue. As I let some things go and let some new things into my life. I’m deeply in debt to the people who have shaped my journey to be where I am discovering new things with an ability to appreciate new things.

I drove around my community because I was to tired to sleep with energy of moving my studio at 3am I saw a place I carved the welcome figure at now a warehouse and four coyotes were pacing their feet on pavement. I had seen them at times peering from the distance when I would carve at that place and hear them howl from time to time.

Making a space to carve on family property, I was feeling an awareness that the childhood I knew of them as demonstrative beings, they were in the woods behind me and on the river bank.

They continue their journey as all things do as we pretend we are somehow more advance.

Whatever fight we may have or fleeting moment we are at a conflict, the day is always turning over somewhere. Fires of Los Angles still effect some friends I know but it becomes old news.

I’m grateful for the work I have in my hands to have purpose and resonate some of what I have ability to do.