Collage on textured canvas, with acrylic paint, figured paper, black pen..
"In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
those who would climb through the hole in the sky.
My only tools were the desires of humans as they emerged
from the killing fields, from the bedrooms and the kitchens.
For the soul is a wanderer with many hands and feet.
The map must be of sand and can’t be read by ordinary light. It
must carry fire to the next tribal town, for renewal of spirit...
Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.
You must make your own map."
Joy Harjo, "A Map to the Next World"