This beautiful dream of being an American Indian came to me while sleeping one night. Dreams can be fuzzy in our memory upon waking but what did stand out to me was the soft white feathers of the headdress. That morning, I knew I had to try to capture this dreamy image from my mind.
I have always loved the West and I remember growing up in Kentucky wishing I could have lived in the times of the old west. Not sure kids do this anymore, but we would go outside and pretend to be Cowboys and Indians. I always wanted to play the part of the American Indian. I have such admiration for the American Indian, but especially the women. They are so strong and beautiful.