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The Gift |
gouache on arches | 9"x12"
"She made her way down between the rocks to the entrance of the grotto..." Whenever we held a sweat lodge it was customary to bring an offering, a gift to the medicine man or shaman leading the ceremony, in our case Felipe form Abiquiu. I remember the gifts well, turquoise beads and wheels and raku pottery I had made myself, much in the same way as she enters the sacred grotto... ![]() |
