Artwork Description:
Sweetgrass Ceremony
As I walk in haste to reach my destination soon, it is yet dark and all around the ravens glide, the crows yak at my presence strong. I reach the entrance on the west side there welcomes me her face. She sits atop the fallen tree. Ahneen-Se:kon-Miigwetch, for welcoming my humble spirit. I continue to a place that is of great strength, the sun yet asleep. I take from my bag my stone and sweetgrass, cedar, tobacco and......
(poetry by D. Fisher-Odjig)