Iron keep and forge

The time keeper

when my grandmother pass, I knew my how void I was and in urgency

the woman who gave me call and collar. The only one who could sense my urgency with my aunties and be tame me the arms with my wrists to keep them going. with her I would have no knows or wolves feet to speak of where a river runs like I know to be with my name.

to be called awareness of known she wakes my call, and all the tribes she called at Tulalip,

she called all the known but maybe she asked direction because she knows alliances are far reaching with Yakima and New Perze.

the songs that fill a new house, a place our people can express what I witnessed in my youth. a beautiful scream an admiration I achieved only once to echo a sentiment of my hero Chris Cornell

in Kobe with sentiment and mirror the endurance of Yamamoto.

Kiya is something that grandma never wanted to call her self and I can now know, at Dxw le lep

I can sing within my broken house to know I am with my mother and and my extension of beings

a time you told me to remember with my father. Endurance

the hapa I am, I wear with my back the best of who we are in Puyallup and tournaments

time signature

2:12

our love is….

what chaos I am, I am the the name of a name that protected your mother and it is my collars that give me feet. and design now won can by or keep but the arms within my hands.

if chaos comes as you say, I will be what you told me to be..

Find my 404

If my batman brother called me to echo voice I would be this.

the night I stayed at Suquamish to feel compelled to see auntie Bet, it would have been crazy to knock on her door at hours we don’t sleep. I hold my visit to see my aunties who know the night and in my way, I travel to hear what needs to be heard. The way I speak has influence of Ernie B when I'm told I speak like a farm boy when I speak Nippon it is what I know.

I know many things and sometimes it calls me into my hands when they can work and do best of what I’ve been called to. I can love many things and teachings of many things with my aspect.

my reflections are limited views on which I rely true being. I am nothing without them.

I have no dog in this fight but, without the time I had with patient hands to make me skilled. The iron and tools forged would be nothing.

A time at UW when Clarissa hugged me to demonstrate her heart. I recall the birthday of Holm and the jacket he was gifted by Pasco. What I admired so much in that he made a helmet of guard to guess what he was thinking on the back of it.

the box I have now opened to be the hands within my keep. It wounds me to know this day, after 7 this is a day without a fire keep that I work to make fire for and it, gives me paws of my keepers.

drawn image

the closest way I can demonstrate my world to my elders, a red tail hawk shapes the river in obedience the hand if have to make what I do is with something that drives me at best, half armor. I go to distance in time stretch m

I am many things by I am not a liar

Alive as you need me to Be

I am handed what I know…by time and value the arms within my hands make me the line that bandmates called Cornell out for when he wrote the line. An unescapable time, Applebite

“no one can save the the pure or the brave, loosely tightly everything fits, even the wrists on your arm”

— Chris Cornell

food for thought

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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