Happy end of NAHM.
Yá'át'ééh shik'éí dóó shidine'é. Keithan yinishyé. Sash dine'é nishłí. Naakaii dine'é báshishchíín. Tótsohnii dashicheii. Áshįįhí dashinálí. Kót'áó Diné nishłí.
From what I understand NAHM is a platform for me to share my culture. Now that NAHM 2016 is over, I realize I didn’t share much or take advantage of that platform. So I’m sharing more than selfies from my camera roll. Images of my past, my home, and my loved ones.
1) My father, the painter, showing me his new work two years ago. 2) Me in front of his painting he gave me for my 22nd birthday. 3) My sister and my Dad’s mom on her birthday. 4) My paternal family mourning my father leaving this world last winter. 5) My grandma telling me a story about my father and my grandpa, that also passed away a few years before. 6) Me, on my birthday, standing in front of the hooghan we mourned my father in, four months before he died. 7) My maternal uncles grave and the car he left me. 8) My little brothers relatives of the tobacco clan on First Mesa. The man was named Cutty and he helped me hunt rabbits for the Powamuya and was my mentor before he passed away. 9) My maternal grandpa in South Korea during the war. 10) My homeland near Tó Nehelííh (Tolani Lake) photographed by my talented sister. I used this image for an album cover. Yínííł means sorrow or melancholy in my language. A play on sadcore.
This is my culture candidly and what I carry with me.
Shíka ‘adoojah (They will help me)