"We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as "wild". To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery."

Luther Standing Bear - Rosebud Sioux

Guardian of the Water Medicine

Guardian of the Water Medicine
Dale Auger

Dale Auger

Dale Auger: On Art, Blood and Kindred Spirits
by Terri Mason

Defining Dale Auger in one sentence is akin to releasing the colours of a diamond in one cut. It can’t be done. It’s the many facets that release a diamond’s true brilliance, as it is the many facets of Auger’s life, education, ancestry, experiences and beliefs that have shaped and polished his work into the internationally acclaimed and collected artist that he is today.

Born a Sakaw Cree from the Bigstone Cree Nation in northern Alberta, Auger’s education began as a young boy when his mother would take him to be with the elders. “I used to say to myself, ‘Why is she leaving me with these old people?’ – but today I see the reason; I was being taught in the old way.”

Auger’s respect for traditional teachings led him on a journey to study art, opening the door to a doctorate in education. He is a talented playwright, speaker and visual artist whose vividly coloured acrylics have captured the attention of collectors that reads like an international ‘Who’s Who’ spanning English to Hollywood royalty. The essence of his work is communication, and now Dr. Auger has come full circle, interpreting the life of his culture – from the everyday to the sacred - through the cross-cultural medium of art.

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http://www.daleauger.com/printversionbio.cfm

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Waiting

Waiting
By: Pamela Waterbird Davison
@2007

There was a time
when I believed
I could fly,
so I ran and ran,
until my lungs burned
and the land disappeared.

Wouldn’t you know it,
gravity had a thing or three
to show this stubborn soul,
and I was broken.

There was a time
when I believed
each day was meant
just for me,
so I laughed and danced
until I cried
and joy disappeared.

Come to find out,
reality had a thing or three
to suck from this willful fool
and I was ruined.

Now is the time
when I cannot hold faith
in my magic anymore,
nor can I recover,
so I run and run,
until the land disappears.

That’s where you are,
waiting to hold me closer
and closer still,
reminding me of flying,

until I can believe
in me again.
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