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"Seeing Through The Eyes of Tradition" Rex Begaye is a one of those rare artists that preserve the traditional culture, stories and history of the Native American people vividly through his art. With over 600 pieces of art in his collection, Rex's artwork is a glimpse into the Native vision of our relationship with Mother Earth, all living things, the Universe, our selves and the Creator. Once we begin to see the world through the eyes of the Indigenous people, we can begin to remember once again the true nature of who we are as human beings and our relationship to everything in our lives. It is from this place, this vision, where all things come together. The understanding that we are all connected. This is the place where humanity begins to heal themselves, each other and the world we live in. I invite you to take a journey by "see through the eyes of tradition". As you begin to feel the essence of Rex's paintings, there is a sense of truth and beauty that lives within each of our hearts, connecting us all as one people, one species, one strand of an exquisite web of life that resides upon Mother Earth. The process of mending the broken strands begins within our hearts and minds, by remembering who we are and that peace and humanity is a choice. It is from this consciousness that we begin to rebuild our world and pass to the next 7 generations a vision of a new way of life, A vision of a new beginning, A vision of a new world united by truth, respect and love. by Barbara Huntoon, inspired by the art of Rex A. Begaye |

"With my Eyes Closed" An afternoon on a late summer's day, high above the trees, I can see a distant away. Silently listening to whispering breeze. Watching varied colors vanishing into the sunset. Feeling the sensation of thoughts, nevertheless, on a dream that is predetermined. Prior to, undeveloped adventures accrues, challenged with fascination of what is unperceived. Irresistible powers have forcefully invaded, achieving to accomplish life in its realism. Slowly, I have chosen to close my eyes And emphasized what was moral and immoral. Enthusiastically with desire, I was awakened. A thrusting vision, tunneling through my mind. Dysfunctional, impaired of time, was interfered in a split second. I was deceived by a mysterious enchantment. Focusing to proceed without being irrational, I have motivated and reflected myself. Idealizing to illustrate the predetermined dream where I have journeyed beyond, as though I had premeditated what has been forbidden. Intemperance of life, overpowered achiever, a philosopher, an elder, who puts out his arms, opens his hands. Drops of rain accumulated with emphatic sound of thundering. Bright flashing of lighting in an instant. Again! I was awakened. There I was looking down from above. The night had set in shimmering lights from below, from the city, streets and moving cars. What was real, what was not real. Close your eyes. It is your choice of a predetermined dream. Rex A. Begaye (c) |

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