Photo by Matt Mead Photography

Photo by Matt Mead Photography

Marcie Rendon

Marcie Rendon, citizen of the White Earth Nation—mother, grandmother, recipient of the 50 over 50 Award 2018 from AARP MN. I should have gotten older sooner. My novel, Murder on the Red River, won the 2018 Pinckley Prizes for Crime Fiction, and was a 2018 Western Writers of America’s Spur Award Finalist for Contemporary Novel. The second novel in the series will appear in 2019. What took me so long to get to this point of creative production? Family and community arts activism have pulled my attention over the years. It is all good and an honor to be alive.


September 2018

Crickets, frogs

            Slow slow motion of brown, red bodies

Birds float, fabric on wall

            Brown, black braids move, pulse

dream dreams

            Ocean birds mating

Gentle washing tides

                        Sacred water erases footprints

Clean pure water

  Sand moved from     there      to      here

Tiny movement, heart beating

 

Thunder beings talk

Living in the realm of never

Land erupts with loving

            Breaking ice moves life

 

Darkness, light

Ice rages, wind expounds

All things change, live, die, live

 

There is silence inside of silence inside of silence

you carry me

call nothingness into somethingness

 

floundering

flounder

found

your heart

   creating you into existence

WEAVE

            I attended the September open rehearsal of Weave. It was an honor to attend and an act of trust on the part of the artists to open themselves to audience while in the process of creating, forming, shaping, becoming the piece, not yet ready for full production.

            Brown, red, black bodies moved with fluidity, filling the space reminiscent of the sand and liquid shifting in sandscape sculptures. There was music and the sound of feet on hardwood floor with a backdrop of visual images that filled the walls. Sitting in the studio I felt immersed in the production as the dimensionality of the whole enveloped all the senses.

            Rosy Simas understands water. She understands the human is water. That water is human. That understanding becomes movement in Weave.