Im Still Here-detail-Holly Wilson

Bronze, patina, flexcord

29”x 27”x 24”

The boarding schools cut the hair and stole the language of Native American children. But inside, they were still there. My sister lost her hair to cancer and people stopped making eye contact, leaving her to feel invisible. But she was still there. The old tree was cut down, but its power to lead to the spirit world is still there. Through everything, they whisper, “I’m still here.”