Washita River (OK!)

Oil, graphite, pastel, mineral spirit wash; 132” x 72”

Note about the picture :

This picture may seem like a simple, abstract smattering of media but it is actually a detailed portrait of arrogance, ignorance and national shame of the Washita River massacre. My long term, blurred cognitive understanding that these kinds of acts were perpetrated by my for- fathers was replaced by a visceral disgust at the witness of place. We, as a people, like to see ourselves as a force for good - the shining beacon on the hill, if you insist. And I think it can be argued that we are exactly that at times. But, our perceived divine right to manifest density is not a benign conceit, as exhibited at the Washita River in 1868. It was and is a bloody and arrogant statement of where we come from and who we are. This must be reconciled with being the rightious force for good that we want to see ourselves as. In a complex world, it is possible that both can be true but we must be ready to accept that BOTH are indeed true. This picture represents our collective darkness and the dichotomy between it and the way we perceive ourselves.

The picture utilizes references to native American ledger drawings to represent the United States cavalry, the Cheyenne encampment, gunfire, motion, and Arapaho, Kiowa and Cheyenne reprisal as well as the dominant, violent massacre reference.