Joseph Land  
"At the age of seven I drew for fellow class mates for their entertainment or at times kept them out of trouble during recess. I enjoyed doing this, for it held great respect form them and I as well."
   


Joseph Land was born in the Whitedog First Nation Reserve in Ontario, and he speaks his native language, Ojibway. For the past 35 years, Joe, an Elder has been living on the Sagkeeng First Nation Reserve. He is actively employed at the age of 64 at the Sagkeeng Arena, where he keeps daily contact with his people.

Land is associated with "The Sagkeeng Carvers". Joe expresses his identity, culture, spirituality, and language both in Ojibway and through his art. While speaking with Joe, his ideas have a positive out look on native self-government issues and is quite aware of the native languages that have changed throughout the past generations. As a professional artist Joe has a keen insight with the youth that share a unique blend of contemporary influences that he calls a positive turn around. Joe was also a rock and roll guitar player in the 1960's.

"At the age of seven I drew for fellow class mates for their entertainment or at times kept them out of trouble during recess. I enjoyed doing this, for it held great respect form them and I as well. I progressed in doing murals at schools (residential), private homes, businesses, and at the University of Manitoba. Naturally this was challenging, in fact everything you do in life is a challenge. In the four years I spent at the Fine Arts School of Art located at the University of Manitoba, I was learning basic designs, perspective, optical illusions, history in Art and it's origin.


Image Loading...   A work in progress, depicting the spirits within the circle that can give the children guidance. Represented is the eagle, buffalo, and the bear; all prepared to share their teachings to the children present. It is important for our children to understand the teachings of our people in order to fulfill a rich and rewarding life.

Image Loading...   Another work in progress, this one also based upon the circle and the teachings of the spirits. For our people to grow strong again, the answer lies within the forest, and how we reconnect ourselves to the land. As we progress in our education, we discover the contribution we can make to our people.

Image Loading...   A portrait of an elder. I like to do portraits of the members of our community, it gives me a sense of belonging and pride.

Image Loading...The Legend of White Horse Long

Long ago in a village near Grassy Narrows, two hunters went out hunting and their journey took them to Delaney Lake. As they paddled on their canoe, one of the hunters saw something strange in the distance, it was a white flash and they thought it was a seagull on the lake. As they came closer towards the white flash it wasn't a seagull, but a white horse with wings. The two hunters were scared by what they had seen and immediately went back to their village to tell what they had encountered. Later that night the village held a council meeting resulting in a decision being made to forbid people from going to Delaney Lake because the meaning of white horse was uncertain. When this decision was made there were two reckless hunters who did not believe the story, and they decided if it were true. When everyone was sleeping they left for Delaney Lake and they paddled and paddled. Arriving around midday, they spent the afternoon searching for this mysterious horse, but they couldn't see anything. As the afternoon was coming to an end the hunters got frustrated and were about to go back home, against the setting sun they saw the white horse. For a moment they just gazed at the white horse in amazement, one of the hunters became scared and pulled out his rifle and squeezed as many rounds as he could. In the cross hairs from his rifle, he saw an explosion of blood as one shot rang true as the white horse submerged into the lake. Knowing they had wounded the white horse, the hunters paddled closer so they could finish the hunt and take back their trophy to the village. As they made there way across the lake, the sky became cloudy, thunder could be heard in the distance as the wind created waves on the lake. The hunters knew they were in danger and tried making their way back to land against the rushing lake, the white horse reemerged underneath the canoe smashing it into pieces. The last sight the hunters saw as they sank to the bottom of the lake was the silhouette of the white horse swimming back to the shore. The next day a search party was combing the beach for the two hunters and all they could find were pieces of their smashed canoe. Leading the search party was one of the hunters who had encountered the white horse. He stared off into the distance and offered tobacco as he shook his head in amazement and journeyed back to the village.


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