A civilized WHAT!!

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Food for the Spirit

I have left out the name of the author due to the fact of the discrimination committed against him and others like him

Vegetarianism is my religion. I became a consistent vegetarian for many years now. Before that, I would try over and over again. But it was sporadic. Finally, I made up my mind. And I've been a vegetarian ever since.

When a Factory Farm kills an animal for food, They are neglecting their own hunger for justice. Civilized Man prays for mercy, but is unwilling to extend it to others. Why should man then expect mercy from their Gods? It's unfair to expect something that you are not willing to give. It is inconsistent.

I can never accept inconsistency or injustice. Even if it comes from their Gods. If there would come a voice from God saying, "I'm against vegetarianism!" I would say, "Well, I am against what you say!" This is how strongly I feel in this regard.

In orthodox religious circles, this would be considered heretical. Still, I consider myself a spiritual man. I'm not for organized religion, and I don't take part in it. Especially when they interpret their religious books as being in favor of meat-eating. Sometimes they say He wants sacrifice and the killing of domesticated factory farm animals. If this is true, then I would never be able to comply. But I think your God is wiser and more merciful than that. And there are interpretations of religious scriptures which support this, saying that vegetarianism is a very high ideal.

Whether the mass of people accept the vegetarian interpretation of religion or not really doesn't matter. At least not in my life. I accept it implicitly. Of course, it would be wonderful if the world adopted vegetarianism, on spiritual grounds or any other. But this is not likely. I am a skeptic, it's true, but I'm also realistic. In any event, what the people in general do will not affect me. I will continue to be a vegetarian even if the whole world started to eat meat.

This is my protest against the conduct of civilized man. To be a vegetarian is to disagree - to disagree with the course of things today. Nuclear power, starvation, cruelty exploitation war capitalism and especially specieism (Human intolerance or discrimination on the basis of species or race, especially as manifested by cruelty to or exploitation of animals and tribal peoples).- we must make a stand against these things. Vegetarianism is my statement. And it is a strong one.

This article pertains to the farm factory meat industry that contributes a major part of the pollution  cruelty and the exploitation of animals and animist tribal peoples by the way of stolen lands bodies and spirits and in conclusion if you consider your self - an eater of meat; well... your part of the problem that the  natural world is having with "civilized man"!

Its a fine day for the race

Racecar


Speaking my mind

Of Catholicism

Just the dogma

Of the PAST

Will be the way

Oppression

Were the hunger 

The happy hunting grounds

Descend into the EARTH.

SHELL

All my Relations

JOY

And I am filled

The end is near

With a Parasite

Depressed

Surface of the Earth

Once again

The human race

The race what race

Its a fine day

OR TO BECOME FUEL FOR MY RACECAR



OR TO BECOME FUEL FOR MY RACECAR

Its a fine day 

The race what race


The human race


Once again

Surface of the Earth


Depressed 

With a Parasite


The end is near


And I am filled 

JOY


All my Relations

SHELL

Descend into the EARTH.


The happy hunting grounds


Were the hunger 

Oppression

Will be the way


Of the PAST


Just the dogma 

Of Catholicism 

Speaking my mind

Racecar


AKAtjecoutay

Crossing the line

Crossing the Line turns the politics and conflicts of a playground sandbox into an allegory for the way nations treat one another, and the borders seem to do more harm than good.

The land of sustenance or exploitation

The land of sustenance or exploitation

We live in a world of unawareness and unconsciousness where we have to make the everyday decision of just existing or the accumulation of “nice things” 

The temptation of acquiring “nice things”, where do we draw the line or are we aware that we can draw a line.

I come from a people that has been severely oppressed by  social Darwinism ( manifest destiny) and we have been  impoverished  for many years and struggle with a series of  addictions, now there is some hope of recovery on a individual  and community level, but in our recovery some important issues are over looked like Capitalisms and how we as a descendant  of Animist-Tribal peoples who are slowly losing our sense of who we once were and are embracing Capitalism: fast food, fast cars, shiny rocks, Fur, pop music, popular movies, cosmetics and all those elements and images that go along with it.

The last of the animist tribal peoples who still live in a semi-traditional  life style and not the ones who use it as a status symbol who believe they are still connected but the ones who still hunt for their food and trade the furs of their labours for other food and   necessities  to  sustain their life style, where do they draw the line, sell the fur to the corporation who really don’t give a dam about them and thier families, but only the fur that they exploit to accumulate wealth. 

Or do they go hungry or try hunting for them self’s or get jobs but where, were do they draw the line, exploitation  or self sustenance or hunger.

Capitalism is a nasty parasite and it has infected us all just take a good  look at the world and its condition there is 1% of the people that own  90% of the wealth and  we all have to share that remaining 10%.

As an Animist person the desire for nice things are very strong, a made-up face dyed hair bigger muscles expensive clothes to attract a lover, humvee and a diamond ring to woo him or her with or to say I support a cause so that we can masturbate are Egos and impress others and in the mean time accumulating “nice things” a personal cause, all these “nice things” have a price to be payed by who? Are hard earned money or the animals that all these “nice things” are tested on, the people  that are exploited so that they can eat or the earth, when the items and there packaging’s  are discarded.

Where do we draw the line? Is it all so hard to become aware of all these unconscious traits in are infected society or is it easier to go about are daily lives pretending we care or don’t care.

There is an effect for every cause, for every little thing that we do it has a repercussion for the smallest of life and now that we as a mass are just now becoming self-aware of the power we may have, and this  can be  utilized to change the negative process of Capitalism.

who is being exploited here the Animal the people who trade it or the people who ware it and how does Capitalism dictate your decision to make moral choice. 

SO Where do you draw the line?

Kerry Red Atjecoutay of the Animist indigenous Movement

This is the civilized result and solution to the Neo-Sacred Animal
You may be worshiping without even Knowing it!

The Fall of Capitalism

Natural Destiny

Natural Destiny
Capitalist Pig, Bitch, Mad Cow, Yellow Chicken, Rezdog... No one of our relations is left safe from those insulting expressions which impregnates us so deeply that usually we let them out to despite ourselves. This vocabulary is not only scornful toward the animals but also it is unjust: the cows are mad only since they were forced feed with residual meat powder instead of their traditional vegetarian menu, the chicken are courageously facing their sad existences, a pig is dirty only if his concentration camp is not well-washed, and if a Rezdog claims to have a frenetic sexual activity, he would only be productive twice a year in the dogs true matriarchal society in which a bitch is not a prostitute but a caring mother. This disrespect is significant: it is through the linguistic gathering that we conceive our thought, that we extract a sense from it, then a conscience, that moreover we pretend to be a human essence. What we call our language is the reveller of the out-look build on the creation and from the position that the human being imagine to take up in her name. So be it, to speak about environment instead of invoking the nature shows how the anthropocentric materialism dominates our actual system of thinking: the environment is not much than a pre-text surrounding this God in which the being recognizes his ego; he is no more the nature, this lost animist bliss, forgotten into the incarnate worlds reign. Following the religions that have already separated us from the life by conferring to the creation a divine status, the science teaches us to see in it  as an escapee from the chaos mechanic, and governed by disincarnated laws. From now on we are ignoring the language of the nature or we only know it from diverse translation, religious or mechanical. But our explanations are false because the beauty is exiled. The one who loves the nature perceives a manifest form of solitude- her solitude- that lonely among the poets and the animals, may be, understand yet - The animal condition is the silent testimony of all that we have lost on our way: we who pretend to be human will only be relieved when contemplating with dread the whys and the wherefores, the nature has been abducted from the lands of our spirits

A civilized WHAT!!

201? - The Fall of Capitalism

It Aint Over- BLACKFIRE Native Punk band

ANIMISTespace Gallery la création amérindienne contemporaine à Genève

ANIMISTespace Gallery  la création amérindienne contemporaine à Genève Présente Atjecoutay  « Les Nouveaux Animaux Sacrés » Porte-visage d'une peinture amérindienne audacieuse et d'intelligence, Atjecoutay impose ses grands tableaux comme des boucliers chatoyants, interprètes d'aube entre la philosophie des peuples naturels et le futur global de l'humanité. Pas d’aigles, pas de loups ni d’ours ici, mais des poules, des cochons, des vaches : ceux que nous considérons comme des animaux de rente sont en réalité nos nouveaux animaux sacrés, qui constituent le langage sans lequel le monde- notre monde- n’est pas intelligible. En appelant aux esprits contemporains qu’elle situe entre les espace temps d’un cochon d’Amazonie et les rêves de prairie d’une fillette obèse, l’œuvre de Atjecoutay inclut des formes et des mouvements prélevés de la pictographie algonquienne telle qu'on la trouve dans les manuscrits d'écorce de bouleau des Ojibwés et des techniques de vitrail pariétal (Esprits X-Ray) qu’il amalgame  à des matières industrielles imbibées de pigments de graisse chaude. Du Chasseur Vide  à l'Indien Eduqué (Le Vétérinaire), la civilisation se traverse comme un territoire métamorphe où transformés par le Wabeno nous allons, prises consentantes de la folle cérémonie--médecine picturale.   Le vernissage aura lieu le samedi 4 juin à dès  18h30 en présence de l’artiste. ANIMISTespace Gallery   Avenue Louis-Aubert 4 1206 Genève   www.animistespace.ch info@animistespace.ch

Based on A Telling of the Seven Fires

It is at this time that the "civilized race" will be given a choice between two roads. If they choose the right road, then the Seventh will light the Eighth and final fire, an eternal flame of tranquility and equality between all species.

Anihisnaabae

If the "egocentric man" makes the wrong choice of roads, the destruction in which they brought with them to the western hemisphere, as well as other lands, will come back at them and cause much suffering and death to most of the earth's inhabitants.

As of now we can see the choice's that the Civilians who are the descendants of tribal people have made.

Anihisnaabae

The animist people are being absorbed by "civilization"

Once all the savages (meaning free people and animals) have been stolen from their lands: forests, jungles, prairies, desserts, arctic and replaced with a governing political systems and the corporations of production to feed the ever hungry beast, the indoctrination and assimilation will almost have been completed with a few exception, there'er still individuals and underground movements that refuse to cooperate and consume Farm Factory Meat (foods) Alcohol, Refined Tobacco, and Pharmaceutical Drugs.(and these are just 4 of the products that keep us addicted to the civilian way of life - soulless mindless and sick, just the way "THEY" want us to be)

Anihisnaabae

In my mind - Hope is for the hopeless the earth will take care of its self without the civilized and there egocentric concepts.

All, that is assumed extinct is waiting in the caverns of the spiritual.

Waiting for a parasite to exhaust it self - "civilized man"

Its not the "doomsday" of the earth - Civilized man will loss it ability to live with the earth, when I don know and I don't care, but it will happen!

Atjecoutay

Anihisnaabae

DRYING APPLES

Supplies

• Jar of Real Lemon Juice
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 8 - 10 LARGE firm apples (your desired shape/brand)
  (I personally don’t like the shape of the Delicious apple - it reminds me of a heart after it dries)
• Ribbon or fabric scraps ripped into approx. 1 inch wide by 8 inches long - enough for the number of slices you are making
• Paper Towels
• Cooling Racks 

To prepare and dry your apples

• Place lemon juice in a large cake pan and stir in salt.
• Slice apples horizontally into 1/4" thick circles.
• Soak slices in lemon juice bowl for approximately 6-10 minutes, making sure each side of the slices has a chance to absorb some of the lemon juice.
• Remove the slices from the bowl and place them on paper towels. Pat tops of apple slices with paper towels.
• Place apples slices in a single layer on a cooling rack or place them on a baking sheet.
• Bake at 150-200 degrees F for 6 hours or until dried.
• Apple slices should be slightly pliable.
• They will finish air drying with time

REZ-Dog Mixed Media Paintings and poetry from 2010 Exposition

http://www.animistespace.ch/index.php/exposition

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ANIMOOSH CEREMONIAL SONGS

Based on the Creation telling

FEED THE PEOPLE

That which is good

May it be made an offering to her

May it be made an offering to her

The People who walks in the darkness

May it be made an offering to her

May it be made an offering to her – No’sa (my father)

The blue sparkling snow

May it be made an offering to her

May it be made an offering to her

The sage, the sweetgrass and the cedar

May it be made an offering to them

May it be made an offering to them

The birch barch and the red willow

May it be made an offering to them

May it be made an offering to them

On the ice the people’s little steps and the happiness

May it be made an offering to them

May it be made an offering to them

The famine

May it be made an offering to him

May it be made an offering to him

WICHIKAPACHE (DUAL SPIRIT)

At first the earth

Was inhabited solely by a giant woman

With a yellow rain arm

And dark pollen legs

And she cuts the wood

And she keeps the fire

One day she found animoosh a dog

The dog is aabita animosh

SLUGGISH TRAVOIS

Wichikapache this is my name now

I am the first human being

I receive my language from the animals

They give me birth

If I stop to talk about them

They will leave

This is the deal we did

Anishinabee

But this is the night I am waiting

On this flat long reservation road

A history to come and walk around

With a yellow rain arm

And dark pollen legs

She will find my people covered with snow

She will find me and give me a raven

Or a crow name

Later she will tell

What happened

In the snow I give love to this stray

In the snow I give love to this stray

And to this dog -No’sa (my father)

With his hair as black as choke cherries

I can’t think straight anymore

So I think twisted

This is how I transform

Atjecoutay this is my name now

I tell the story at the day of the dog

Before the time of the sacred atim

One thousand by camp

One hundred by family

One

‘Lone

Burden

Animoosh

Happy to carry heavy pack upon its back

Happily hitched to the travois-

Happily loaded with buffalo chips or wood

Pulling children and the elderly

Who couldn’t walk- who couldn’t walk any more

The Mandan, the Minnetaree

The Assiniboine, the Arikara and the Cree

The Blackfoot, the Grosventre, the Dogrib, the Sarsi

And the Arapaho, the Hidatsa, the Arikara, the Crow

The Shayela and the Dog Eaters

Houses

Atjecoutay this is my name

And I tell

Dog carries the house of the people

Dog carries the house of the people

The sticks of the people’s houses

Dragging along

Their courageous

Little

Dog

Legs

THE FIRST WINTER OF BIG FOOT

I am new-born Dog I wander around

I have seen the white god’s fire I wander around

I stole his fire from him I wander around

With corn around my lips

I have it I have it

I am changing Dog I wander around

Among the garbage rummaging

I haven’t been seen

I haven’ been seen

What do I find behind the house?

What do I find behind the house?

Snow white dog decorated- This is what I find

With red paint on his warm muzzle

And ribbons around his wagging tail

Almost soup

Almost soup

I am reservation Dog I wander around

Kokum’s house

With my large empty

Belly

THE BARRIER OF 3’

Sage cedar and sweetgrass I tell the story

Decrepit ol’ dog Trinity lived long even if she missed one

She never belonged to anybody

She was along with people who took care of her

Sage cedar and sweet

Grass I tell the story

At the age of four

Then she simply died from distemper

Behind the Roman Catholic Church

Spring came

Her contracted brown body was discovered

Somebody was kind enough to bury her

Instead of throwing her into the river

As it was before

Sage cedar and sweet

Grass three weeks after

Three trees were grown behind

The parking of the bingo hall

That signified her presence to the band

Of course

These trees are not very healthy

They are decrepit with no leafs

But they grow over the Cowessess Reservation

Sage cedar and sweetgrass I tell the story

But In the natural world nothing has three legs

Nothing goes by three

CALL YOURSELF HERB (THE PROSTITUTE)

She moves she moves

Herb woman she moves

Her shoes of sweet grass she moves

Her shoe-string of green grass she moves

Her leggings of fire herb she moves

Her garters of powder she moves

Her necklace of gray sage she moves

Her earrings of white shell she moves

The pollen of the various robes is placed in her mouth she moves

Her heavy coat of fire herb she moves

A grass-tunnel has been placed on her forehead she moves

Her feather of herb she moves

Above her a male blue bird dances about dangerously

She moves

One child after one child

She does not separate them

The day from the night

And she change the name

GAZDOG (THE 5TH DIRECTION)

Dog runs after food, flesh is ancient in her breath, bleeding feet tells the story of a woman way, chase the coyote naked till it drops, the odor of stories quiet in her blood she guards the door, she guards the bone of all living things, her regrets are numerous, this silent pup', trees are good to listen from telling how with thunder-hands the male God shaped the dust, circled bone-fire tumbled up the wind to make a fool. Now the fool is dead, his bone back out time the hills are young to look for signs that say a man could love his fate that winter fire in the blood is one sad thing, Woooo, com-passion translate wind to be fire I am life Gas-Dog to strong grace the People is and I promise to appease his troubled skin, I promise to protect his prayer within my full and warm belly.

I am with the People that broke its raw mirrors standing with solitude and dignity, now dispersed in 4 colored directions, a name has been given to the People, a name and others, the Word was the incarnated weapon, the pale God had the bone, the buffalo dust in the breast and one more cigarette for your treaty number.

O Take my paw now, 10-37 friend, for I lead you to your nature; she is there, patient, waiting on you that you come back to your beauty, your integrity, your respect of life. You have to do it, People, to appease your consciousness. I am Dog, brave People, the woman in love with your freedom. You aren't the abstract image of God, keeper of the chaos's structure; you are alive People and real. The Creation never happened, there is no Fall, there will be no Promised Land to where I could guide you, you are pure from Time.

O take my paw now, there is the act without loss of memory nor destiny; there is no small confined weakness between a father and a mother for a little Indian child to find a refuge, white God stole the point, separate the mother and the child, the blue from the blue and the energy went day and night, turning on them, selves, until love changes into solid chaos; then the One told the matter in order to structure them as symbols, creating con-fusion words into the devastated heart: this is now the point reached, the Time when all moral sense is gone with each destroyed family, only the name turns high, lonely No Name child, raw-raw beer child alone on Friday plains.

I am not afraid by you construction, migratory People, I am the chained dog on your little square rez house, I loved you all my life, I saw you honoring the wild rock flowers, I know you today you call death deliverance; or is death a delivery, Indian baby ? Who is always dying? Which One of you? To come out the family is it to be penetrated, dissociated in 4 x 4 directions like a light fire, this first time, not the other times? And guys, what'z your center?

It wasn't another you, a white dog, coming in and out and in and out; you didn't closed Time, you are intact and to coyote it is equal. You divided, parted yourself in the dream to control your emotions, now words are white, making you sick as alcohol does, turning you as vicious circle. Words are not trapped animals, indios, you are my trapped brothers in that story; her story, my mother died by the winter, from distemper, do you remember?

And you know this life as I know it: it is not her. At the center of hearth it was no difference between no-gods and no-dogs; all were living onto the womb; a man could transform into an animal if he wanted to and an animal could become a human: it was no difference, words were magic and spirit had mysterious powers. A silence pronounced by chance could have strange implications; it became suddenly alive: it was like it was. You came in me, People, with your seeds, waiting on me to deliver you from the symbolic world where you were caught since born, I soon will deliver you.

The justice of the solitary dog moves you, her paw scratches the air just right and the prairie dog was any dog. I dreamed to be him, I tried to be free, People, but you came broken, dizzy by the sense of a world trying to be right and the prey was any prey. Is it a right way, rezpeople, I am GasDog, I am in your hands begging for money and beauty I am with the sorrow child against the God. I refused, People, the manifest destiny that tells a prairie dog has to die for a wild animal's hunter's grace. Who is your Creator which allows the crazy equation? Xolot'l ? Quitzequatl? What is its creation that pretends to survive on another dependency? Meat? Are you, People? A 4-basis snake turns, you fat black car takes the 5th- Direction, the engine breaks, Dog tells a skinny loving lie.

FRITZ’S DOG (Hommage to Fritz Shoulder)

To Fritz I give my tribal blanket

Female strokes are

Anishinabe traditional

Attacks

MOTHER’S MILK (THE KEEPER)

All children need a proper burial

Animoosh keeps the bones between two worlds

Animoosh keeps the difference between both

Animoosh is waiting at the residential

School for a bone soup and a warm bath

We never lost the hearth we shall live

We never lost the earth we shall live

Here she is and we all live

In the shade of reality

BLANKET 1 - WINTER CAMP

Little people of the forest

Little people of the forest

So timid

That nobody knows you

Little people of the forest

So modest

Nobody cares

About you

You go walking you go walking

Little people of the forest

So modest

Nobody cares

About you

You go walking you go walking

BLANKET 2- BLUE DIIDE (SECOND MESSAGE FROM THE BLUE LIGHT)

This is your female cover I offer with notches to dig it out

This is your cultivated land

With the blue straight line above your sky

The sky has been set up it has been made

The earth has been set up it has been made

The spirit has been laid down

It is covered over with the growing thing it has been laid down

The earth has been laid down it has been made

The blue sky has been set up it has been made

The black sky has been set up it has been made

It is covered over with the heavenly bodies it has been set up

Gi'-tchie Man-i-to' has been set up

The sky has been set up it has been made

The mountains have been laid down the mountains have been laid down

The mountain spirits have been laid down

They are covered over with all the animals they have been laid down

The waters have been laid down the waters have been laid down

The waters spirits have been laid down

They are covered over with all the animals they have been laid down

The clouds have been set up they have been made

The clouds have been set up the clouds have been made

The black clouds have been set up

They are covered over with the male new rain they have been set up

And the four direction have been made

The night and the day have been set up

They are covered over with the male new sun they have been set up

And the hole has been placed

The blue divide has been set up it has been made

BLANKET 3 – SUBDIVIDED

My young men shall never work. Men who work cannot dream and wisdom comes in dreams.

You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's breast? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.

You ask me to dig for stone. Shall I dig under her skin for bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again.

You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men. But how dare I cut my mother's hair?

It is a bad law and my people cannot obey it. I want my people to stay with me here. All the dead men will come to life again. We must wait here in the house of our fathers and be ready to meet them in the body of our mother.

BLANKET 4 – THE COMPANY (SMALLPOX BLANKET)

We gave them two Blankets and

an Handkerchief out of the Small Pox Hospital

I hope it will have the desired effect.

BLANKET 5 - GOOD BOOK

There can be no peace or parity between

the savages and Christians.

This is required by our Faith and the fur trade.

BLANKET 6 - BLUE COLLAR

Industry worker

Doing time

This loud blanket from the factory I offer

To you Leonard

Blue Collar

Dreamer

You are the blanket

BLANKET 7 - SUNDOG DANCE

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye shades, shadows come

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye shades, halo come

Come ye ring, oh-o-o, ho, oh-o-o

Ye night ghosts and dance ye

What—dark!

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye dogs, dog-howls come

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye dogs dog-howls come

Come ye dog son-o-o, ho, oh-o-o

Ye singers merry feast ye—bark!

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye dust, vertical-prism come

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye dust, vertical-prism come

Come ye crystal, oh-o-o, ho, oh-o-o

Ye black robes and bark ye—hark!

Ho, oh-o-o

Come ye bones, bone-grins come

Come ye bones, oh-o-o, ho, oh-o-o

Faces

Pierced light

BLANKET 8 – WHERE THE LAND MEETS THE SKY

BLANKET 9 - THE RUN-AWAY

Little people of the reserve

Little people of the reserve

Earth is so red

Nobody knows

The animals

They run away

From you

All the relations

They run away they run away

BLANKET 10 – NATURAL DESTINY

ALTERNANCES

(les abstractions de la vie tribale)

ATJECOUTAY est un peintre heyoka.

Il ne peint pas mais marche dans la forêt vivante et sautille sur la terre brûlée de son peuple.

Outsider d’un art contemporain qui flirte avec le design et les biotechnologies, le « chien de réserve » veut ses terres vierges et manuelles. Simples traits blancs ou tipis abstraits, ses « attaques » figurent la partition de la terre subdivisée ; ce sont des « maladies du carré » qui se répandent sur des peintures venues des temps immémoriaux.

Faites de main d’homme, artisanalement, elles sont pourtant répétitives, sans attache ni appartenance. Cette symbolique contemporaine cache un cérémonial traditionnel :

A l’origine les formes abstraites étaient peintes par les femmes, tandis que les hommes portaient le message de façon plus réaliste. Le clown sacré (heyoka), lui, endosse les deux pouvoirs, les deux devoirs.

BLANKET 1 : WINTER CAMP (OJIBWAY I)

BLANKET 9 : THE RUN AWAY (OJIBWAY II)

FRIENDS AT THE EDGE (LIFESTOCK)

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Pour affranchir la parole aborigène de sa perception folklorique, passéiste ou new-âge, Atjecoutay organise différentes actions de sensibilisation à l’expression contemporaine amérindienne de qualité comme présentation de films, de livres et de disques souvent inconnus en Europe.

Sont en préparation plusieurs expositions media-mixtes, ainsi qu’une série de conférences et lectures publiques avec une préférence donnée aux femmes : « Nous sommes une société matriarcale mais la nature a été enlevée des paysages de nos esprits.

C’est arrivé ici avant de nous arriver : la mère est devenue la matérielle ; c’est avec ses valeurs que je peins et que je combats 

ANE WOLFE