Project Description

When I first toyed with the idea of creating these, I put down tobacco in a humble way and asked for the most fitting design to come to me from the other side. I didn’t want to force anything and it needed to be true to what this exhibit would be about.

Then they began to come together, and the beaded circles of the flowers bothered me. When I looked at them I saw two eyes, and they were not happy, but wide open, hungry for something I couldn’t yet comprehend. The further along I got, I realized that I was seeing the eyes of the mothers of our missing and murdered sisters. I saw they were always wide open, searching for the truth, for missing clues, and making sure no stone goes unturned. The tears became the leaves. The cloth for the edging was earned by myself after I had suffered in sundance. In the end when I was done, I respected the design. I see that beautiful things do come from very hard situations.

by Naomi Myran-Fosseneuve