AMERICAN SUNRISE
2023
DIGITAL IMAGES PRINTED ON LAYERED TISSUE AND RICE PAPER
We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to strike. It was difficult to lose days in the Indian bar if you were straight. Easy if you played pool and drank to remember to forget. We made plans to be professional — and did. And some of us could sing so we drummed a fire-lit pathway up to those starry stars. Sin was invented by the Christians, as was the Devil, we sang. We were the heathens, but needed to be saved from them — thin chance. We knew we were all related in this story, a little gin will clarify the dark and make us all feel like dancing. We had something to do with the origins of blues and jazz I argued with a Pueblo as I filled the jukebox with dimes in June, forty years later and we still want justice. We are still America. We know the rumors of our demise. We spit them out. They die soon. Joy Harjo
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In response to this best selling collect of poems, an exhibition was organized to partner images with the poems. The poems that inspired these images are:
Don't Look Back
How To Follow
The Return of Berries
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