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Evelyn Remy 🔥 Artist and poet: Evelyn Remy
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Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles:Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of W...
06/25/2026

Cherokee Women and Their Important Roles:Women in the Cherokee society were equal to men. They could earn the title of War Women and sit in councils as equals. This privilege led an Irishman named Adair who traded with the Cherokee from 1736-1743 to accuse the Cherokee of having a "petticoat government".
Clan kinship followed the mother's side of the family. The children grew up in the mother's house, and it was the duty of an uncle on the mother's side to teach the boys how to hunt, fish, and perform certain tribal duties. The women owned the houses and their furnishings. Marriages were carefully negotiated, but if a woman decided to divorce her spouse, she simply placed his belongings outside the house. Cherokee women also worked hard. They cared for the children, cooked, tended the house, tanned skins, wove baskets, and cultivated the fields. Men helped with some household chores like sewing, but they spent most of their time hunting.
Cherokee girls learned by example how to be warriors and healers. They learned to weave baskets, tell stories, trade, and dance. They became mothers and wives, and learned their heritage. The Cherokee learned to adapt, and the women were the core of the Cherokee

Yellow Eyes was an informant for Sitting Bull. She joined Sitting Bull at the Battle of Little Bighorn, escaped with him...
06/24/2026

Yellow Eyes was an informant for Sitting Bull. She joined Sitting Bull at the Battle of Little Bighorn, escaped with him to Canada in 1877 and later returned and surrendered with him in 1881.
In regard to my great-great-grandmother, Yellow Eyes, a Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux with Sitting Bull's band. That I have evidence that she and her husband and children were at the Battle of the Little Big Horn and stayed with him into exile in Canada is true. I have Frank Bennett Fiske photos of her in 1903 at Fort Yates and lots of oral history from my grandfather and his siblings.
She is on the twelth census of the United States in 1900 and states she was approx. 72.
She was living on the Standing Rock Sioux Resevation from 1886 until her death in 1905 or 1906. She left Canada when Sitting Bull surrendered in 1881 but went to Fort Peck with some of the warriors, possibly her sons and husband

He does not ride above the horse.He leans close like a brother.There is a kind of trust that cannot be forced.It is earn...
06/11/2026

He does not ride above the horse.
He leans close like a brother.
There is a kind of trust that cannot be forced.
It is earned in silence,
in long trails,
in cold mornings,
in hunger,
in survival,
and in the quiet moments when two spirits choose to keep going together.
For many Native people, the horse was never just a way to travel.
It was freedom.
It was protection.
It was a companion through hardship, change, and memory.
This painting feels like a prayer between man and horse —
a reminder that strength is not always loud.
Sometimes strength is tenderness.
Sometimes courage is knowing when to bow your head,
breathe with the land,
and trust the spirit beside you.
The horse remembers the trail.
The man remembers the people.
The land remembers them both.

What animal has carried your spirit through hard times?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

Some journeys were never written in books.They were carved into snow, stone, and memory.Through the cold mountain pass,t...
06/11/2026

Some journeys were never written in books.
They were carved into snow, stone, and memory.
Through the cold mountain pass,
the riders move in silence.
No loud words.
No easy road.
Only horses, breath, snow, and the will to keep going.
For Native people, the land has always been more than scenery.
It is teacher.
It is witness.
It is home.
It remembers every trail, every prayer, every family that crossed through hardship
with courage in their hearts.
This painting feels like a story of endurance —
a people moving forward,
not because the path was easy,
but because the spirit was stronger than the storm.
The mountains remember.
The horses remember.
The ancestors remember.

What is one hardship your ancestors overcame that still gives you strength today?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

He does not kneel in weakness.He kneels in respect.Before the world forgot how to listen,the people understood that ever...
06/10/2026

He does not kneel in weakness.
He kneels in respect.
Before the world forgot how to listen,
the people understood that every living being carried a spirit.
The bison was never just an animal.
It was life.
It was food, warmth, shelter, survival, and sacred memory.
It walked with the people through hunger, winter, prayer, and hope.
In this quiet moment,
a man places his hand near the great one
not to control it,
but to honor it.
Because true strength is not always standing tall.
Sometimes true strength is knowing when to bow your head,
touch the earth,
and remember who helped your people survive.
The land remembers.
The bison remembers.
The ancestors remember.

What animal has always felt sacred to your spirit?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

She does not walk beside the horse.She walks beside a spirit.The white horse carries silence,the wind carries memory,and...
06/10/2026

She does not walk beside the horse.
She walks beside a spirit.
The white horse carries silence,
the wind carries memory,
and her heart carries the old songs
that never truly disappeared.
There is a kind of beauty that is not loud.
It is found in quiet strength,
in the way a woman honors the land,
in the way she remembers her ancestors,
and in the way she keeps walking
with grace, dignity, and spirit.
For Native people, the connection to nature is not decoration.
It is life.
It is family.
It is prayer.
It is the deep knowing that every mountain, every animal, every path
has a story worth respecting.
This painting feels like a reminder:
Freedom is not only where we go.
Freedom is remembering who we are.

What does this painting make you feel?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

A horse does not only carry a rider.It carries memory.In many Native stories, the horse stands close to freedom, trust, ...
06/09/2026

A horse does not only carry a rider.
It carries memory.
In many Native stories, the horse stands close to freedom, trust, movement, and survival.
Its eyes hold the quiet strength of the land.
Its breath belongs to the wind.
Its spirit walks beside the people, not beneath them.
The feathers, the beads, the earth-colored paint —
they remind us of hands that created with patience,
families that honored beauty,
and ancestors who understood that every living being has a spirit worth respecting.
This painting speaks without noise.
It tells us that strength can be gentle,
beauty can be humble,
and the old ways still have something to teach us.

What do you feel when you look into this horse’s eyes?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

A tipi is more than a shelter.It is where stories breathe.Under this wide sky,the wind still carries old songs.The grass...
06/09/2026

A tipi is more than a shelter.
It is where stories breathe.
Under this wide sky,
the wind still carries old songs.
The grass remembers every footstep.
The birds fly like prayers above the evening light.
And somewhere inside this quiet moment,
the spirit of the people is still alive.
For many Native families, home was never only made of walls.
Home was firelight, laughter, stories from Elders,
children running through the grass,
and the deep knowing that the land was part of the family.
This painting reminds us of something simple,
but sacred:
When we honor the land,
we honor the ones who came before us.

What does “home” mean to you?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

He does not raise his hands to be seen.He raises them because the sky still listens.There is a kind of freedom that cann...
06/08/2026

He does not raise his hands to be seen.
He raises them because the sky still listens.
There is a kind of freedom that cannot be owned.
It lives in the wind,
in the horse’s quiet strength,
in the dry grass beneath his feet,
and in the memory of those who walked this land before him.
For many Native people, the land is not just a place.
It is family.
It is prayer.
It is history.
It is the voice of the ancestors speaking through silence.
This painting reminds us that strength is not always loud.
Sometimes it is a man on horseback,
facing the open sky,
giving thanks for another day,
another breath,
another chance to remember who he is.

What does freedom mean to you?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

Some journeys are not about leaving.They are about remembering the way home.A horse knows the silence of the land.A ride...
06/08/2026

Some journeys are not about leaving.
They are about remembering the way home.
A horse knows the silence of the land.
A rider knows the weight of memory.
And somewhere between the tipi, the open field, and the morning light,
the old stories are still breathing.
This image feels like more than a moment.
It feels like a prayer carried on horseback.
A reminder that Native strength was never only in battle,
but in patience, family, tradition, and the quiet dignity of walking forward
without forgetting where you came from.
The land remembers.
The horse remembers.
The people remember.
What is one tradition or lesson from your ancestors that you still carry today?
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🎨 Artwork and story created by Evelyn Remy

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