PRINTS
- THE NORTHERN SISTERHOOD OF DRUMS
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Wolfsmilk |
Wise
Ashes |
Red
Ochre |
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Twisted
Braid |
River
Nomad |
Raven
Scar |
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Shadows |
Moon
in Water |
Edge
of Ice |
NORTHERN
SISTERHOOD OF DRUMS
This
cycle of paintings describes nine primordial women called
udegan, a name that has its roots in an ancient
far-northern word meaning grandmother, elder, shaman,
healer, wise woman and witch. These udegan represent
a women’s mystery tradition that reaches back over
25,000 years into the heart of the last great ice age,
a living mythology that holds and protects the most ancient
forms of spirit and magic that our foremothers called
out from the deep belly of the frozen northern landscape.
The udegan have always sat in council, a sisterhood
that serves to remind us of our foremothers and the landscapes
through which they moved. In remembering the ancient women
who walked this land before us we are reminded to tread
our own paths with strength, integrity and courage. By
feeling how closely our foremothers are standing to our
lives, and by touching the place where they dwell inside
of us, we are given new eyes through which to see. In
honouring our foremothers we grow to understand fully
our own responsibilities as women of spirit on this earth.
Through one thousand generations of women, this council
of ice mothers has kept the embers glowing of a spiritual
culture that is buried far inside the old bones of the
land. They speak to women of a raw untouched mythology
that is our own.
Each
udegan has her own drum (created from red deer,
reindeer, horse, elk and salmon skin) all of which were
made, together with all the totems that appear in the
paintings and an Arctic chum (sacred drum tent), to accompany
the installation Northern Sisterhood of Drums 2005-2007.The
album ICE:COLD SONGS contains the songs that accompany
this series of paintings. The original paintings were
painted 2004-2006 and are 4 ft/120 cms square, acryllic
on board. The prints are on A4 (31x21 cms) heavy art card.
WOLFSMILK
udegan
I walk back to my cooling hearth where the smoke from
scented boughs darkens the hides, and there you wait
beside the stones; did I forget to look for you so
close to home? Your lap is the blanket of the past
and your brown earth hands caress the future as it
sleeps, you shake sweet berries from your pouch and
now you reach to play the mending drum... |
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WISE
ASHES udegan
A shadow of smoke in the pulsing darkness, a drifting
memory of heat in snow, a dream of fire in the northern
lands, the flames burn hard and then grow cold, too
much ash for us to hold, too much ash for us to hold.
She sits with the ashes of the wise old degna, how
she will read then we can’t tell, the tent is
a circle, the moon is an arc, the centre of the drum
is quiet and still, the dream of fire is burning well,
the dream of fire is burning well... |
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RED
OCHRE udegan
Proud woman born from earth and mother’s blood,
we paint this red and sacred paste onto your pale
skin, to remind you that your people will not forget
you. Beloved woman we will take you to a tall tree,
where you’ll cradle in the arms of your dead
mothers, who are coming even now to welcome you home... |
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TWISTED
BRAID udegan
Women are calling upon the forest bear to protect
them, they whisper to their drums, they sing the cold
words given by mothers of their mothers and they reshape
the world with their music. They twist their damp
hair into a tight braid, in which they wear white
stone hair bones and blue stone hair bones, given
by sisters of their sisters and they create a dance
of perfect balance... |
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RIVER
NOMAD udegan
Through the white, through the dark, as we fly. There’s
no ice, there’s no land, there’s no sky.
All these things, bound in one, this white earth.
Boundaries blur, edges hides, this white earth. Freedom
long, freedom deep, freedom wide. Sun has gone, when
sun comes, we’ll return... |
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RAVEN
SCAR udegan
Here is raven scar, my stories woven into blood, stories
carved on living skin, threading new worlds into flesh,
threading old words into new, old words into new,
I mark the words so they will live, I do not let a
story die, these things are scraped into me, I’ll
carry them forever, forever in my scars... |
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SHADOWS
udegan
Across the forest floor there is a silent veil, it
drifts like misted snow where quiet moss, pale lichen
and dark mushrooms grow, protecting earth with a caress,
old hands that touch the winter lands. Listen woman,
stand close to the shadows of the land, stand close
to the land... |
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MOON
IN WATER udegan
White hare of the dark tides, cold moon of the dews,
poetry of longing, soft voice of truth. Human emotion,
drawn by the tides, so brilliant and tender, so potent
and wild. Fire is the dancer, ice is the prayer, moon
is the mirror of water and flame... |
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EDGE
OF ICE udegan
Old Ren she came down to the lake, her eyes they shone
so wild and cold, she lifted her antlers to the stars
and across the frozen years she called, she said your
roots are in the glacial blue, though lands may change
and times may roll, with a thousand mothers underneath
your skin, you’ll keep your reindeer soul...
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set of nine Northern Sisterhood of Drums prints |
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