It wasn’t until later in life that I discovered that I have significant amounts of Scandinavian blood running through my veins. While the other side of my family was always very in tune with the traditions of our Native heritage, the White side of the family was a little less sure of it all. My Grandmother on that side always made vague insistences that our ancestors had come over on the Mayflower, or some crazy thing like that. She had no proof, just a misguided desire for some sort of honor she thought that might carry. She also claimed that her home back East was the site of one of the last battles of, like, Shay’s Rebellion, or something. The guest room was painted all dark green– supposedly because it was the only color to cover all the blood splatter from the infirmary. Who knows.
Anyway– it was kinda cool to learn about the Scandinavian connection. I always wanted to go to Denmark for some unknown reason… and I love design… and the cold… so I made this collage of Scandinavian textile designs, floating in space. Because, well, we’re all star stuff, after all.