Suddenly, a monumental figure appears, as if
from a distant and mysterious realm. A naked
warrior, with only a finely carved waistband,
powerful as the material from which he is made.
His upraised hand is menacing, with his axe held
high, used to battle an enemy who now rests
comfortably in the right hand. There is
enormous pride in every aspect of this profound
piece- from the sensitive tattooing on the sides
of his legs, to the detailed braiding of his hair.
One can sense the female presence, the women
who may have helped adorn him. We can feel
their admiration of him as a warrior. He is
massive as a monument, towering above the
clouds, confronting and challenging our modern
conceptions, yet with his feet firmly planted on
mother earth. He maintains for eternity an
uncompromising stance and stirs something in
us- the will to confront all odds and stand our
ground against any opposition.