A photo collage rendered in graphite of my third great grandmother, Yurok Master Basket Weaver and famous canoe skipper Nellie Ruben (b. 1850) and me, at 3 years old standing in Weitchpec. Nellie looks at you as I look away, we both wear opposite striped smock dresses in front of three grandma redwood trees and around maidenhair fern as grandma tells me the story of Tan Oak Acorn. A basket pattern overlays the image and the right corner remains un-rendered, showing the traced image underneath.

This drawing is a reclamation of the violent images my ancestors and other indigenous people have endured in the name of christian-capitalist-colonial and denied us human rights within the near regime of settler colonial dominance. To acknowledge the implication of the camera and museological horrors in the recent past of California and every industry fueled through the Gold Rush. I spent 1 year rendering this drawing, 1"x1" an hour— bringing us together not just through the image but through 6 generations of shared stories shared through my grandma that informed the environment I conceptualized around us, one offered through a healing ceremony and layered with mark and pattern and the gift each person has, even if its still half woven.