Her

2017
Pen and ink
18” x 24”

It's her scream that is drowned by salt water as she is thrown from the boat by her father...

Her ears are filled with the great rushing wind caused by her husband's ink black wings before she is deafened by the cold stormy sea...

Her body feels the sea calm, her hope that the storm of her husband's rage is done...

It's her fingers that grasp the side of the boat, her cries for help as her face breaks the surface...

Her husband's anger causes the seas to boil in rage yet again...

It's her fingers that first feel explosive pain...

Her pain that escapes in a scream that is once more drowned in salt water...

It's her tears that mix with the salt water as she realizes her father sacrificed her to save himself...

It is her that is lost in the blackness...

It is her fingers that transform to become the animals of the sea... the seal that would forever feed her father's people...

As it is her that keeps these animals from the hunters harpoon...

Her will that sometimes takes a hunter to her bosom...

It is also her will that allows the angakkuk to come and comb and braid her hair...

To allow her children to feed her people...

It is also her that was drowned out of the souls of her people by a god who can walk on water...

Her...

Her that refuses to be forgotten...

Her father's children's children... they will remember

How could we ever forget...

Her