Raven Moon
Artwork from Roy Henry Vickers
When we first set out to make our first short film, we never realized how many wanted to be a part of something creative. At first it was just an idea but that led to asking our community if they wanted to help. The support was immense so I wanted to make sure things were professional and organized from day one. Working in a remote area in Canada, I began the process of storyboarding and researching the wide variety of indigenous cultures in Canada, this led me to the symbols that represent different aspects of each distinction of individual regions. Having the opportunity to meet and perform for Roy Henry Vickers award winning children’s book ‘Peace Dancer’ brought forth a community of creatives who then went on to produce Return of the Raven.
Mr Vickers was kind enough to supply our story with his work ‘Raven Moon’. You can visit his other offerings at his art gallery online at https://royhenryvickers.com/
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Living in the moment
There are many things in this world, many moments to bring a taste of the ethereal bliss, but I can honestly say there is none better than the tasty palate of live music. Music inspires, lets us evolve and think about things we often shudder at with thanksgiving morsels like a plate of undercooked liver and onions; Love, politics, war or other such travesties.
It should be no surprise then when I stumbled across an unknown concert at THE WISE where a band named ‘Raven’ was playing and touring, brought much joy to our group of friends, even though we stuck out at at this gothic arrangement like men and women dressed in street entering a bondage event, we were overjoyed at the unrelenting shredding and exquisite high pitched vocals produced by the band, even having a chance to meet afterwards as they were readying into the US overnight.
I was so moved as the name Raven itself resonates with me, I approached the Merch table like an eager kid at a Red Rooster checking to see how best to use my dollar on one cent candies, grabbing what I could only imagine is many years of stories behind the drummers own utensils signed and sealed with the scratches and scoffs of a master of the art slashing on stretched out maple drum heads with the birch wooden sticks.
This was also brought in by a moment of thankfulness, for the life we have and the joyous dancing of our own tribe, it wasn’t always this way, but now it can be because that’s what thanksgiving is really about, moments with friends and family in harmony over a meal of music to celebrate prosperous times, preparing for the winter to come.
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