This was the first painting I had done in ten years. Before having children, I was an artist only. Art shows, galleries, the whole bit. Sometime after, Grandfather visited me and I left the art world and went on to train in what one would call native medicine. Grandfather came in a vision one night. Out of the sky, behind and to my right came a flash of movement. It circled brightly around me, and quickly came to a place in front where I could make out the shape of a chariot looking thing with what could only be described as sky horses. An old, gentle, elegant, wise looking man came out. He moved slowly, deliberately, and walked across my field of vision to my right. There, he stopped, looked at me and banged his staff on the ground three times. Without uttering anything verbally, he told me a story that traveled with the resonance of the staff hitting the ground. He told me of the relationship between creator, and created life, of father sky and mother Earth.