About the Artist

About the Artist

Village Boy - Poem

Village Boy - Poem

When my parents, Henry and Claribel Davis both accepted teaching jobs in Juneau in 1970 it was a dramatic shift for a "village boy." Back then it was culture shock for me. It wasn't easy. I listened to and took to heart comments about small town Natives that I should have shirked off. But young people don't have that ability. Not at a time when one is trying to establish who they are so they can figure out where they want to go in life.

It was a confusing time of life, being half Tlingit and half White compounded it. I was depressed, isolated and contemplating suicide. But today I am glad I did have to struggle through those difficulties, the comments, the lack of direction, the sorting out of identity. If things weren't as difficult, I would not have some of the clarity I gained from those experiences.

Through the struggles there were a few things that acted as "anchors" for me:

  1. HOME. Kake. That is the place of my childhood and my coming of age. Even when I went off to college when I got homesick I would visit the places around Kake in my mind. Among us Tlingit, PLACE is so important. For me, PLACE has become interwoven with HOME. I know where I come from.
  2. ART. Our formline art has been my true love for many years. I began copying designs from my father's many books when I was in 4th grade. It has been my escape, my salvation, my freedom. During my difficult high school days, I drew a lot. I wanted to quit school, but there were two classes that made me return to school every day: Tlingit class with Cecelia Kunz, and Carving class with Peter Bibb. I am indebted.

The way our culture and our art get passed on is that it comes with some responsibilty. But those responsibilties also become rewards in themself. I was teaching at the Sitka Fine Arts Camp one year, and as it turned out, I would be teaching the grandchildren of my high school Carving teacher, Mr. Bibb! That inspired me to write this poem.

Village Boy 

He was village boy. Years later he's village boy. 
Keex kwaan. Kake people. Aa.á. 
Didn't talk much then. 
Still doesn't.
His high school year, they moved to the city. 
He was dumb in school. 
Dumb village boy! 
Oh, he was so ashamed... 
Ashamed of who he was, where he was from. 
There were names for people like him. 
He made himself thin, 
missing everyone between classes.
I studied him like a foreign language. 
waiting all day for the end of the day 
when Carving came. 

 At the end of day is when I saw village boy's designs, 
when he finally took out his hands. 
"Killer whales." he told me, making his arm a fin slicing waves. 

Carving Teacher went to school with Charlie Pride. 
He was really shop teacher, no Native teachers then. 
Carving Teacher drops his jaw: 
"By golly, sure looks like Kwak­tootle art, there Bob!" 
Village boy's head turns, "You talk funny. And I can't carve." 

Carving came to them, like it had to, both of them. 
It fixed everything. Kept him from slipping. 
They put together the first bentwood box with dovetail joints. 
Pretty good! How the carvings made his designs swim! 

School dismissed. Village Boy went home. 
He finally went home. 
Village Boy said goodbye. Carving Teacher said thank you. 

The way this story goes, decades later 
Village Boy sits with Carving Teacher's grandson. Shows Grandson his cuts. 
Now Village Boy's eyes flood with thank you when Grandson leaves. 

The things we need come when we need them most. 
If you took away our knives, 
our hands would be just fists. 

 

 

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