I grew up in North Dakota in the summer. My grandmother worked volunteered regularly at a local reservation. She was of a generation where you didn’t talk about feelings and emotions but she had huge emapthy and sadness for what American Indians had been through and were going through. American Indians and their customs and sense of family have always amazed me. This painting is hanging in my family room above our couch. It’s the first thing you see when you walk in my front door. It just feels like family to me. Acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas.

Size: 46Hx46W