Monday, 4 July 2011
Long ago, an old wolf came to that time when his life on earth could last no longer. "My people," he said, "You can follow in my footsteps when the time comes for you to join me in the skyland." Then he left the earth, climbing higher and higher, and each place he stepped the sky filled with stars.
Shunk man-i-tu tan-ka we call the wolves, the powerful spirits who look like dogs. When they climb the hills to lift their heads and sing toward that road of stars, tier songs grow stronger as they join tier voices.
The piece is done in Inks and Watercoulour on Watercolour Paper.