I came into being in the winter of 1955 but did not come into the world until the summer of 1956 on Nelson Island in southwest Alaska, in a fishcamp called Umkumiut. I'm guessing it had to be pretty damn cold for my dad to come home from hunting and trapping for the oppurtunity for me to be concieved. I say that because if there was even the slightest chance for him to be in the wilderness he loved so much or to catch something to eat to feed someone, he would never come home. I still marvel at how he and my mother had to live in that time. It is with his ingenuity to survive and my mother's capacity for unconditional love and humor that I do my best to do the same, to survive, love and keep my sense of humor no matter what happens as this world changes. Otherwise, I am lost and all their love and efforts will have meant nothing. I do my work as if they are there to see it.
I have made a lot of fun art, some nice music, and am still writing stories. But what makes feel best is that I am now a father to three grown beautiful daughters and Ap'a to three handsome grandsons. I am indeed one lucky old fart.