Michael
Ome
Untiedt

11 x 14 oil on linen panel Legacy Gallery, Scottsdale, AZ I never tire of painting images of cowboys taking night watch over a herd of cattle. There is something eternal and restful about them, as if for a brief time the only thing in your existence is you, the moon and the stars. When my grandfather was a boy there still remained vestiges of the Teepee people on the vast plains they once called their home. Mostly it was place names, now lost to time, that had been named by the People. Teepee rings, the stones that the People used to hold down the bottoms of their teepees, were still common and not yet covered up by the sands of time. On the Old Camp Grounds would be seen metates, large flat grinding stones. sometimes the ancient fire pits were still visible. On the large old cottonwoods the bark was still worn smooth like silk, from thousands of buffalo rubbing against them, known as Buffalo trees. I have painted one of these vestiges here in this Night Watch painting, to remind all that this green valley was once used by a different people.