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Black Elk, a holy man of the Oglala Sioux, in 1930, told of Wounded Knee, Pine Ridge and his vision. "In my vision," he said, "where all the land was green, and I could hear the winds from all over the universe, a mighty flowering tree grew -- blue, white, scarlet, yellow. The bright rays from these flashed to the heavens. It was so beautiful nothing anywhere could keep from dancing. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can see buried a people's dream. My nation is in despair. My prayer is that my nation also behold my vision where they can live and prosper." In this painting, I marked with wax crayons to show the bright colored rays flashing to the heavens. Washes of watercolor blend on paper and the salt adds texture to a people's dream. The figure, placed on the left, on the "high hill of his old age," beholds his vision of dancing.
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