Lawrence Paul Yuxweluptun, of Coast Salish descent, graduated from the Emily Carr College of Art and Design in British Columbia. In combining his own experiences with a political perspective, he paints landscapes with vivid, acidic colours, merging Native iconography with a surrealist influence to address West Coast Native issues (*with searing and unapologetic detail)
[…]Yuxweluptun has chosen art as a way to voice his political concerns, exposing environmental destruction and the struggle of Native people. He believes that his artwork stimulates dialogue between Native and non-Native people.
THE IMPENDING NISGA’A DEAL. LAST STAND. CHUMP CHANGE.1996
Scorched Earth, Clear-cut Logging on Native Sovereign Land. 1991
MONEY, POWER, GREED, 2012
THE DIRECTION OF LAND CLAIM NEGOTIATIONS 2013
Burying Another Face of Racism on First Nations Soil,1997
INDIAN WORLD MY HOME AND NATIVE LAND 2012
Yuxweluptun is Salish for “man of many masks,” a name given to the artist during his initiation into the Sxwaixwe Society at the age of fourteen. It is Cowishan Salish belief that the Sxwaixwe is a supernatural being who came down from the sky to live at the bottom of a lake. There is a dance associated with this creature in which the mask plays an important role. Yuxweluptun explains, “You carry the mask that belongs to your family and you identify with the animal on the mask.” (Robin Laurence, “Man of Masks,” Canadian Art, Spring 1995).
Parents of Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis Share Their Loss at the United Nations
Sitting in meetings in the United Nation’s ornate Wilson Palace by the shores of Lake Geneva in the shadow of the Alps seems an odd place to discuss racial discrimination in the United States.
But the problems of racial discrimination quickly hit home at an event earlier this week that hosted the parents of Travon Martin and Jordan Davis, two unarmed young black men killed by armed white men claiming to be acting in self-defense. Made all the more powerful as it came on the heels of the shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Mo., their affecting and often harrowing testimony immediately erased the distance between Switzerland and the United States. It made the discrimination present and underscored the importance of the work being done here at the U.N.’s review of the U.S. record of racial discrimination.
What is happening in Ferguson is exactly what opponents of the rise in military-style policing across America have long feared: when the feds arm white local cops with weapons of war and their superiors encourage them not to just play dress-up but to use their new war toys, it is inevitable that ordinary citizens – especially citizens of color – will get treated as the enemy.
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.
My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
Thank you for sharing this, Zelda. I’m so very sorry for your loss.
This is how i feel: the world is big, beautiful, and full of amazing things--and i want to see as much of it as possible. Vancouver Island is incredible and gorgeous, and at the end of the day it will always be home. Meeting new people, learning new things, and having crazy new experiences are the reasons we're all here; that and to have a hell of a lot of fun in the process. Music should make the world go 'round and not money. Decisions are much scarier than spiders. One day ill grow up, but i don't know when that will be.
i like: rollerderby, feminism, hockey, politics, postcolonialism, fine writing, human rights, pop culture, collecting old and random stuff, critical theory, urban agriculture, music that touches your insides, non-lazy journalism, fashion, etc.