Thursday, September 3, 2015

Cariboo realness

For my upcoming birthday my mother gave me a caribou hide.  As an urban Métis, my knowledge of what to do with such an item is limited.  It is sitting in my kitchen as a kind of riddle.  I don't need it for food or shelter.  I have no connection with caribou the way I do with some other animals.  It is quintessentially untamed, yet captured as a background to domestic life.  The other parts of animals that have come into my life were brought there with a specific purpose and mostly in small pieces.  Tamed and accounted for.  This is raw.  This is thought food.

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