This painting is quite a bit busier than most
of my paintings. Like most of my paintings, it represents a dream that i
had. When i came out of my coma the doctors told me two things: that i
would never walk again and that i would never have children. This was
difficult for me to face as i was a young woman, who had just been in a
severe car accident on my honeymoon.
A few years later i had a dream
that my husband and i were on a beach, when a giant turtle floated up to
us. We climbed onto his back and he took us out to sea. My husband put
up a teepee for shelter that also acted as a sail. We had six white
birds (swans) and six black birds (ravens) circling around us for our
entire trip and i could always see my Grandfather Bear's face in the sky.
We traveled for nine moons before being beached on a tiny island
inhabited by eight beavers.
My husband then put on a shaman's shirt and
began chanting while going through the steps of a ritual and his hands
became wolf heads. I went into the teepee, gave birth to a wolf pup, who
went hungrily for my beast right away. After that, two doves opened the
door flaps for me and i emerged wearing a pair of wings, skirt and head
dress of the Thunderbird.
When i woke up i told my husband about my
dream and shortly after that i started experiencing morning sickness. I
told myself it was psychosomatic, but went to the doctor to get checked
up just to be safe. We found out that i was pregnant and seven months
later i gave birth to my beautiful wolf boy. I guess sometimes God's
plans overcome doctors wisdom.
