These Indians are the last representatives of a tribe that once inhabited these lands. Their ancestors lived in harmony with nature, knew the language of animals and plants, and could read the signs of the sun and the moon. They believed that every person is part of a great spirit connecting all living things in the Universe. But white people came, bringing war, disease, and a thirst for profit. The Indians’ lands were taken, their sacred sites destroyed, and their culture nearly wiped out. Now they live on a reservation, surrounded by a foreign culture, in oblivion. They are silent because words have lost their power. Their voices are no longer heard in this world. But their eyes speak — of a lost homeland, shattered traditions, and a past that will never return. This painting is not just portraits. It is a cry of the soul, a message from the past, and a warning for the future. They want us to remember what happened, so that we do not repeat the mistakes of our ancestors, so that we protect nature and respect the cultures of other peoples. The silence of the Indians is the loudest sermon this world has ever heard. It is important to learn to see in silence what is hidden behind the veil of history, pain, and lost hopes. Only then can we hear their message and preserve the memory of a great people who have almost disappeared from the face of the earth.
The Silence of the Indians
Canvas on stretcher. oil, acrylic, palette knife, mounting foam, pins, acrylic mirror
