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About Me:	Michael L. Willcuts Minniconjou Lakota (1966- ) Michael Lee Willcuts was born in Los Angeles, California on September 5, 1966. His Lakota name is Tatanka Woslal Mani, which translates to Standing Upright Buffalo. Willcuts is an enrolled member of the Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe; he belongs to the Minniconjou band of the Lakota Nation. Willcuts’ ancestral lineage includes his great-grandfather Red Hair, who was a keeper of the Sacred Calf Pipe and whose sister was Crazy Horse’s mother. His great-grandfather was a member of the Elk Head Clan. Willcuts' grandmother, Annie Yellowhawk, is the last living member of this clan. The artist attended Central High School in Rapid City, South Dakota and Channel Island High School in Oxnard, California. He went on to attend Oxnard College in 1985-86. From 1986-88, he attended the South Dakota School of Mines and Technology in Rapid City where he majored in Fire Art and minored in Commercial Art. Willcuts returned to California and attended Ventura College in 1990 and El Camino College in Torrence in 1991. Returning to South Dakota in 1993, Willcuts attended Black Hills State University in Spearfish, pursuing his B.F.A. degree. Willcuts is in the vanguard of a new and innovative breed using a now accepted fine art medium, airbrush. He is one of the few Native American visual artists to experiment and develop what was once a tool used primarily in commercial art. Already, Willcuts has polished and mastered a style of razor-sharp clarity with much enthusiasm. As an artist, Willcuts has participated in notable exhibitions such as the 1990 Ventura Cup Regatta. There, he won a certificate of professional merit for a poster he designed. His work was also included in a one year exhibition at Ventura College. In 1992, Willcuts entered a student design and photography show at Black Hills State University where he also placed second in illustrations. Willcuts is confident when he says how much he loves his career and sincerely considers his talent a gift from God. He wants to provide everyone with a glimpse into the history of his culture and the spiritual relationship he has with the earth. Presently, Willcuts live in Rapid City, South Dakota. Willcuts' artwork is available through the Akta Lakota Museum online gallery.
Website:	http://www.myspace.com/michaelleewillcuts
Hometown:	From Star Nation
Current City:	Everywhere except with you
Current Zip:	57701
Country:	United States
Occupation:	Slave in Keya Star
Companies:	Your Company YOUR DESIGN SCHOOL
Schools:	The Sacred Pipe @ The Black Hills of SD
Interests & Hobbies:	Art & Design Education Art Awards for 1990-2008. 1st Place Award (Illustration) Black Hills State University Art Show 1992. Center for Indian Studies-Scholarships-Black Hills State University Art 1992. Thunderbird Scholarships-Red Cloud Indian Art Show Show 1992. Aplan-Award/Outstanding Young Indian Artist, Red Cloud Indian Art Show Show 1993. 3rd Place Award (Watercolor) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1993. 1st Place Award (Watercolor) Central States Fair Art Show 1993. 1st Place Award (Mixed Media) Central States Fair Art Show 1993. 2nd Place Award (Mixed Media) Central States Fair Art Show 1993. 1st Place Award (Mixed Media) United Sioux Tribes Indian Art Expo 1993. 3rd Place Award (Drawing) Crazy Horse Gift from Mother Earth Art Show 1994. 2nd Place Award (Mixed Media) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1994. 1st Place Award (Prints) Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe Art Show 1994. 2nd Place Award (Watercolor) Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe Art Show 1994. 3rd Place Award (Drawing) Cheyenne River Sioux Tribe Art Show 1994. Honorable Mention Award (Drawing) United Sioux Tribes Indian Art Expo 1994. 3rd Place Award (Mixed Media) Inter Tribal Arts Experience 1994. 1st Place Award (Mixed Media) Crazy Horse–Gift from Mother Earth Art 1995. 1st Place Award (Mixed Media) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1995. 3rd Place Award (Mixed Media) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1995. 4th Place Award (Mixed Media) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1995. Promising New Artist Award (Mixed Media) Black Hills Pow Wow and Indian Art Expo 1995. Native American International Art Show at Mystic Maze London England 1996. Atomkongress International School Tour Germany 1996. The Website is currently under construction-1997-2008. Or visit on the web @ http://www.myspace.com/michaelleewillcuts or michaelwillcuts@yahoo.com
Favourite Movies & Shows:	Michael Lee Willcuts is from the Cheyenne River Lakota Tribe and currently lives and works in Rapid City, South Dakota. Michael has a strong desire to promote Native American Culture through his paintings & Illustrations. Ha has several years experience working in Mixed Media with emphasis on detailed Airbrush tecniques and soft water colors. Michael Lee Willcuts' Artwork has been on displayed or is currently on display at the following sites: Crazy Horse Memorial University, Crazy Horse, S.D. Prarie Edge, Rapid City, S.D. Dakota Journal, Rapid City, S.D. St.Joseph's Akta Lakota Museum and Crafts Center, Chamberlain, S.D. The Red Cloud Indian Art Show, The Heritage Center, Pine Ridge, S.D. Black Hills Pow Wow and Juried Art Show, Rapid City, S.D. United Sioux Tribes Indian Art Expo, Bismarck, N.D. Inter Tribal Arts Experience, Dayton, Ohio. The Mercantile/Hotel Alex Johnson, Rapid City, S.D. Mother Earth Gallery, Yankton, S.D. Lakota Jewelry Visions, Rapid City, S.D. Cheyenne Crossing Gallery, Lead, S.D. Framers Corner, Sturgis, S.D. Dream Catcher, Rapid City, S.D. The West in Miniture, Spearfish, S.D. Los Indios, Gallery, Custer, S.D. Devils Tower Trading Post, Devils Tower, Wyoming. Devil's Tower KOA, Devil's Tower National Monument, Wyoming. St. Pierre's Amer-Indian Gallery, Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Spirits in the Wind Gallery, Golden, Calorado. Kokipelli's Gallery & Studio, Parker, Colorado. Foxwoods, Ledyard, Connecticut. Tribal Crafts Incorperated, Old Lyme, Connecticut. Catch Up, Sporrengasse, Switzerland. Thunderhawk Gallery, London, England. Dakota, London, England. Chalk Farm Gallery, London, England. Rainmaker Gallery, Manchester, England. The Trading Post, Camden Loch, London, England. Broken Arrow Accents, Pataskala, Ohio. Body & Soul, Hanover, Germany. Buffalo Gallery, Lebanon, Ohio. The Turquoise Connection, Salt Lake City, Utah. The Heard Museum, Phoenix, Arizona. Jerome Gallery, Jerome, Arizona.
Favourite Music:	LAKOTA CREATION MYTH A long time ago, a really long time when the world was still freshly made, Unktehi the water monster fought the people and caused a great flood. Perhaps the Great Spirit, Wakan Tanka, was angry with us for some reason. Maybe he let Unktehi win out because he wanted to make a better kind of human being. Well, the waters got higher and higher. Finally everything was flooded except the hill next to the place where the sacred red pipestone quarry lies today. The people climbed up there to save themselves, but it was no use. The water swept over that hill. Waves tumbled the rocks and pinnacles, smashing them down on the people. Everyone was killed, and all the blood jelled, making one big pool. The blood turned to pipestone and created the pipestone quarry, the grave of those ancient ones. That’s why the pipe, made of that red rock, is so sacred to us. Its red bowl is the flesh and blood of our ancestors, its stem is the backbone of those people long dead, the smoke rising from it is their breath. I tell you, that pipe, that chanunpa, comes alive when used in a ceremony; you can feel power flowing from it. Unktehi, the big water monster, was also turned to stone. Maybe Tunkshila, the Grandfather Spirit, punished her for making the flood. Her bones are in the Badlands now. Her back forms a long high ridge, and you can see her vertebrae sticking out in a great row of red and yellow rocks. I have seen them. It scared me when I was on that ridge, for I felt Unktehi. She was moving beneath me, wanting to topple me. Well, when all the people were killed so many generations ago, one girl survived, a beautiful girl. It happened this way: When the water swept over the hill where they tried to seek refuge, a big spotted eagle, Wanblee Galeshka, swept down and let her grab hold of his feet. With her hanging on, he flew to the top of a tall tree which stood on the highest stone pinnacle in the Black Hills. That was the eagle’s home. It became the only spot not covered with water. If the people had gotten up there, they would have survived, but it was a needle-like rock as smooth and steep as the skyscrapers you got now in the big cities. My grandfather told me that maybe the rock was not in the Black Hills; maybe it was the Devil’s Tower, as white men call it , that place in Wyoming. Both places are sacred. Wanblee kept that beautiful girl with him and made her his wife. There was a closer connection then between people and animals, so he could do it. The eagle’s wife became pregnant and bore him twins, a boy and a girl. She was happy, and said: "Now we will have people again. Washtay, it is good." The children were born right there, on top of that cliff. When the waters finally subsided, Wanblee helped the children and their mother down from his rock and put them on the earth, telling them: Be a nation, become a great Nation – the Lakota Oyate." The boy and girl grew up. He was the only man on earth, she the only woman of child-bearing age. They married; they had children. A nation was born. So we are descended from the eagle. We are an eagle nation. That is good, something to be proud of, because the eagle is the wisest of birds. He is the Great Spirit’s messenger; he is a great warrior. That is why we always wore the eagle plume, and still wear it. We are a great nation. It is I, Lame Deer, who said this. . 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove 3:00 PM - Info: Red Hair Elk Head Current mood: cold/no water Category: cold/no water Dreams and the Supernatural PUT THIS INTO YOUR BROWSER TO FIND OUT THE TRUTH.... http://www.american-tribes.com/Lakota/SansArc/ElkHead.htm http://www.books.google.com/books?id=ijtPtW7B6vgC&pg=PA136&lpg=PA136&dq=Red+Hair+Elk+Head&source=web&ots=aZ8WV2vAyX&sig=5ewQlQkmL_csi-Lq1-6lTruiupk http://links.jstor.org/sici?sici=0002-7294%28194110%2F12%292%3A43%3A4%3C605%3AASMB%3E2.0.CO%3B2-%23&size=LARGE&origin=JSTOR-enlargePage http://www.forums.native-american-online.org/forum/showthread.php?p=49282 http://www.books.google.com/books?id=CQHGeeW7KYUC&pg=PA238&lpg=PA238&dq=Red+Hair+Elk+Head&source=web&ots=9hXFPVCwHM&sig=8rAOYDmQEQ8t3m3ebguYUx44TQs http:/ http:// http://www.ultimatewyoming.com/html/sectionpages/sec3/DevilsTower/devilstowerindians.html http://www.gonativeamerica.com/LBHBattle.html (Battle of the Little Big Horn) http://www.books.google.com/books?id=PYwV956P_UgC&printsec=frontcover&sig=G--TsUDydoF3vTaSGQWcWp9305IPPP1, (Lakota Belief & Ritual)
Favourite Books:	Good People should all ways win notlose.... :::::::::::The White Buffalo Woman:::::::::: Teton Sioux Mnicounjou Itazipco Lakota Tatanka Woslal Mani / Standing Walking Buffalo One summer so long ago that nobody knows how long, the OcetiSakowin, the seven sacred council fires of the Lakota Oyate, the nation, came together and camped. The sun shone all the time, but there was no game and the people were starving. Every day they sent scouts to look for game, but the scouts found nothing. ~ Among the bands assembled were the Itazipco, the WithoutBows, who had their own camp circle under their chief, Standing Walking Buffalo. Early one morning the chief sent two of his young men to hunt for game. They went on foot, because at that time the Sioux didn't yet have horses. They searched everywhere but could find nothing. Seeing a high hill, they decided to climb it in order to look over the whole country. Halfway up, they saw something coming toward them from far off, but the figure was floating instead of walking. From this they knew that the person was wakan, holy. ~ At first they could make out only a small moving speck and had to squint to see that it was a human form. But as it came nearer, they realized that it was a beautiful young woman, more beautiful than any they had ever seen, with two round, red dots of face paint on her cheeks. She wore a wonderful white buckskin outfit, tanned until it shone a long way in the sun. It was embroidered with sacred and marvelous designs of porcupine quill, in radiant colors no ordinary woman could have made. This wakan stranger was Pte sanWi, White Buffalo Woman. In her hands she carried a large bundle and a fan of sage leaves. She wore her blueblack hair loose except for a strand at the left side, which was tied up with buffalo fur. Her eyes shone dark and sparkling, with great power in them. ~ The two young men looked at her openmouthed. One was over awed, but the other desired her body and stretched his hand out to touch her. This woman was lila wakan, very sacred, and could not be treated with disrespect. Lightning instantly struck the brash young man and burned him up, so that only a small heap of blackened bones was left. Or as some say that he was suddenly covered by a cloud, and within it he was eaten up by snakes that left only his skeleton, just as a man can be eaten up by lust. ~ To the other scout who had behaved rightly, the White Buffalo Woman said: "Good things I am bringing, something holy to your nation. A message I carry for your people from the buffalo nation. Go back to the camp and tell the people to prepare for my arrival. Tell your chief to put up a medicine lodge with twentyfour poles. Let it be made holy for my coming." ~ This young hunter returned to the camp. He told the chief, he told the people, what the sacred woman had commanded. The chief told the eyapaha, the crier, and the crier went through the camp circle calling: "Someone sacred is coming. A holy woman approaches. Make all things ready for her." So the people put up the big medicine tipi and waited. After four days they saw the White Buffalo Woman approaching, carrying her bundle before her. Her wonderful white buckskin dress shone from afar. The chief, Standing Walking Buffalo, invited her to enter the medicine lodge. She went in and circled the interior sunwise. The chief addressed her respectfully, saying: "Sister, we are glad you have come to instruct us." ~ She told him what she wanted done. In the center of the tipi they were to put up an owanka wakan, a sacred altar, made of red earth, with a buffalo skull and a threestick rack for a holy thing she was bringing. They did what she directed, and she traced a design with her finger on the smoothed earth of the altar. She showed them how to do all this, then circled the lodge again sunwise. Halting before the chief, she now opened the bundle. The holy thing it contained was the chanunpa, the sacred pipe. She held it out to the people and let them look at it. She was grasping the stem with her right hand and the bowl with her left, and thus the pipe has been held ever since. ~ Again the chief spoke, saying: "Sister, we are glad. We have had no meat for some time. All we can give you is water." They dipped some wacanga, sweet grass, into a skin bag of water and gave it to her, and to this day the people dip sweet grass or an eagle wing in water and sprinkle it on a person to be purified. ~ The White Buffalo Woman showed the people how to use the pipe. She filled it with chanshasha, red willowbark tobacco. She walked around the lodge four times after the manner of AnpetuWi, the great sun. This represented the circle without end, the sacred hoop, the road of life. The woman placed a dry buffalo chip on the fire and lit the pipe with it. This was petaowihankeshini , the fire without end, the flame to be passed on from generation to generation. She told them that the smoke rising from the bowl was Tunkasila's breath, the living breath of the great Grandfather Mystery. ~ The White Buffalo Woman showed the people the right way to pray, the right words and the right gestures. She taught them how to sing the pipefilling song and how to lift the pipe up to the sky, toward Grandfather, and down toward Grandmother Earth, to Unci, and then to the four directions of the universe. ~ "With this holy pipe," she said, "you will walk like a living prayer. With your feet resting upon the earth and the pipestem reaching into the sky, your body forms a living bridge between the Sacred Beneath and the Sacred Above. Wakan Tanka smiles upon us, because now we are as one: earth, sky, all living things, the two legged, the fourlegged, the winged ones, the trees, the grasses. Together with the people, they are all related, one family. The pipe holds them all together." ~ "Look at this bowl," said the White Buffalo Woman. "Its stone represents the buffalo, but also the flesh and blood of the red man. The buffalo represents the universe and the four directions, because he stands on four legs, for the four ages of man. The buffalo was put in the West by Wakan Tanka at the making of the world, to hold back the waters. Every year he loses one hair, and in every one of the four ages he loses a leg. The Sacred Hoop will end when all the hair and legs of the great buffalo are gone, and the water comes back to cover the Earth. ~ The wooden stem of this chanunpa stands for all that grows on the earth. Twelve feathers hanging from where the stem the backbone* joins the bowl* the skull* are from Wanblee Galeshka, the spotted eagle, the very sacred who is the Great Spirit's messenger and the wisest of all cry out to Tunkashila . Look at the bowl: engraved in it are seven circles of various sizes. They stand for the seven ceremonies (Laws) you will practice with this pipe, and for the Oceti Sakowin , the seven sacred campfires of our Lakota nation." ~ The White Buffalo Woman then spoke to the women, telling them that it was the work of their hands and the fruit of their bodies which kept the people alive. "You are from the mother earth," she told them. "What you are doing is as great as what warriors do." And therefore the sacred pipe is also something that binds men and women together in a circle of love. It is the one holy object in the making of which both men and women have a hand. The men carve the bowl and make the stem; the women decorate it with bands of colored porcupine quills. When a man takes a wife, they both hold the pipe at the same time and red cloth is wound around their hands, thus tying them together for life. ~ The White Buffalo Woman had many things for her Lakota sisters in her sacred womb bag; corn, wasna (pemmican), wild turnip. She taught how to make the hearth fire. She filled a buffalo paunch with cold water and dropped a redhot stone into it. "This way you shall cook the corn and the meat," she told them. ~ The White Buffalo Woman also talked to the children, because they have an understanding beyond their years. She told them that what their fathers and mothers did was for them, that their parents could remember being little once, and that they, the children, would grow up to have little ones of their own. She told them: "Your the coming generation, that's why you are the most important and precious ones. Someday you will hold this pipe and smoke it. Someday you will pray with it." ~ She spoke once more to all the people: "The pipe is alive; it is a red being showing you a red life and a red road. And this is the first ceremony for which you will use the pipe. You will use it to pray to Wakan Tanka, the Great Mystery Spirit. The day a human dies is always a sacred day. The day when the soul is released to the Great Spirit is another. Four women will become sacred on such a day. They will be the ones to cut the sacred tree, the canwakan, for the sun dance." ~ She told the Lakota that they were the purest among the tribes, and for that reason Tunkasila had bestowed upon them the holy canunpa. They had been chosen to take care of it for all the Indian people on this turtle continent. ~ She spoke one last time to Standing Walking Buffalo, the chief, saying, "Remember: this pipe is very sacred. Respect it and it will take you to the end of the road. The four ages of creation are in me; I am the four ages. I will come to see you in every generation cycle. I shall come back to you." ~ The sacred woman then took leave of the people, saying: "Toksha ake wacinyanitin ktelo, I shall see you again." ~ The people saw her walking off in the same direction from which she had come, outlined against the red ball of the setting sun. As she went, she stopped and rolled over four times. The first time, she turned into a black buffalo; the second into a brown one; the third into a red one; and finally, the fourth time she rolled over, she turned into a white female buffalo calf. A white buffalo is the most sacred living thing you could ever encounter. ~ The White Buffalo Woman disappeared over the Horizon. Sometime she might come back. As soon as she had vanished, buffalo in great herds appeared, allowing themselves to be killed so the people might survive. And from that day on, our relations, the buffalo, furnished the people with everything they needed, meat for their food, skins for their clothes and tipis, bones for their many tools. ~ The End
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