The Artwork of Nagamoo Mahingen
		Title: Purple Wolf (Shield) Medium: Deerskin, beads. (The beads are sewn on.) "The air is filled with the smell of jack pine and wild roses I am walking on a dirt road by myself and I like it. The birds are singing and the animush walks with me.  Comforting me, a silent companion, running along ahead of me, returning to nudge my hand when he senses my sadness. The spirits of the four directions pull me here and there. I travel and visit with many tribes, it is an honor. Always I am a guest, even in my own homelands, still the wind blowing from the east draws me toward the  ancestral lands of my ancestors. The warm southerly winds occasionally  speak to me of love but with the passing of spring and summer so do my thoughts of nesting. When I am afraid, the westerly winds urge me onward reminding me of  my namesake, the  mahingen. The mahingen is always with me. The fall sun was shining brightly as we pulled our canoes to the shore. I heard the  sound of  brush snapping and crackling and turned to see in front of me a buck with a full rack of antlers his nostrils were flaring I could smell his fear. He jumped past diving into the water swimming away. I turned as I sensed someone behind me A mahingen  looking into  my eyes he looked at me, then away,  toward the water his nose was wet, panting from his run he looked at me directly for a moment then  dove into the water after the deer. Seven years later in Seneca country the wolf clan mother named me Otawaynee Adenot, Nagamoo Mahingen......Singing Wolf. It is a name I try to honor..... cherish the children honor the elders learn to be a social creature.. I still prefer to sing alone at  night The spirits, the birds, the animals, I know as relatives It is humans that I fear. The animush and the mahingen are never far for  solace and comfort....... To all my relations.....Naconiidinah!" Nagamoo Mahingen Copyright  © 1997 Nagamoo Mahingen All Rights Reserved