Maka WicasaFrom the Artist When tribes moved about the Earth they called themselves names which reminded them that they were "The People."Animals, plants, clouds were all relativesnations unite themselves. As modern "civilized"beings we have forgotten these times and these thoughts. The Earth, our grandmother, has become an "it"to be drained and ravaged for our own desire. Words like race, culture, and tribes separate us from each other and the Earth. Our

of my work emerges in this manner

And the images on the print reflect some images from Spain but also other images from places I've been

While this may be one aspect of their lives

the dark matter that makes up the majority of the universe

R con cigarro R con barril

not separate

we may have abandoned too much

a well-known printmaker and author

This print depicts a celebration of Jonkonnu

La vida es un tren y los pasajeros viajan siguiendo su destino

This was my first experience

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