Why Follow the Buffalo?
Some years ago, I adopted a philosophy of Buffalo Culture in both life and work. The American buffalo was a source of sustenance and direction. It is a vital symbol of this land and its Indigenous origins. It is a part of Cherokee and Basque history and the land of the West – lineal descents which root me to my own sense of place, wherever I go.
When I explore my ancestry, I find multiple inheritances – even the Basque with their painted caves of horses, birds, and bison – running through my map like rivers and veins. It was there I found the buffalo, just as they had hemmed my childhood and the highways I now traveled like stitches in an old, precious book I'd inherited. In historic annals, Buffalo Culture describes an Indigenous lifestyle of watching the horizons for signs of bison, migrating with them as a source of nourishment, and wasting nothing of their abundance – down to the bladder and bone. I began to implement these lessons into my own life and work. But it's a narrative with something to offer us all.
Watch your horizons, pursue the work that nourishes you and others, and find your abundance.
I originally founded my studio based on this vision for my life and work. I honor this origin and the sustenance it has brought me and many others I've been fortunate to collaborate and walk with. Keep following your buffalo.
About this Buffalo Polaroid
One day, my mother and I drove down the highway to a bison farm. I prayed to see one along the fence, but only a few buffalo were in sight and they were faint specks in the distance. It was cold and rainy, so we nearly turned back. But I decided to trust the obscure dirt road leading all the way down to the ranch house; and as serendipity would have it, we came upon a woman with an owl-grey braid hanging down her back. After sharing my personal story, I was invited to hop in the ranch truck and go on a personal tour of the place: Instead of seeing just one, I saw herds of these magnificent creatures, in field after field. Not just a few, many. Better than I imagined. The truck bounced along, we opened and closed gates, taking unmarked roads through the grass till we found more buffalo. It was this lone buffalo standing his ground that caught my eye above the rest. He was the unexpected one, the closest to us, the last one of the day. This is the one I leave on my wall so that I remember: Our vision, our horizons are worth pursuing, and a holy road will always lead us there.
"Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls." - Book of Jeremiah