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About Henri Peter Henri lives in Chaclacayo, a small city at the foothills of the Peruvian Andes with his wife Enya, their son Martin and daughter Anya, along with their many pets. His studio is surrounded by nature, which has allowed his imagination and creativity to flourish. Henri is world traveled and has combined his experiences and knowledge of several cultures to achieve his artistic expressions. Although color blind, his mastery of brilliant colors mixed with deep emotionalism and sensuality have become his trademark.
Henri Peter
art reveals a stirring collection of stunning portrayals of human
emotions. Soul-searching and inspiring, Henri's art will make
you laugh, make you cry and above all make you proud. Hundreds of
original paintings have been collected by art lovers worldwide and
1000's of Limited edition prints have been sold in recent years.
Henri Peter art is on target for todays knowledgable collectors,
each new release is appreciatively applauded on arrival.
"Man
did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it. Below we have re-printed some thoughts of Chief Seattle. Many of his words have been diluted and expanded on by the 'white man'. Whether or not he is speaking for the Plains Indians of North American or the Peruvian peoples--all indigineous peoples on this planet share the same fate. The joy, passion and sensuality of Henri's paintngs denonstrate, to me, an ability to transcend the sorrow of the ages..but please let us remember what they have had to endure and still are enduring. -Blessings LionHeart-
It is said
that this version was written by Ted Perry and he wrote the speech
in the late 70's for a movie called "Home" which was produced
in the US by the Southern Baptist Convention. He had no idea that
anyone would consider his work anything other than fiction, and
he has spent quite a bit of time in the past few years trying to
set the record straight. In 1854,
"The Great White Chief" in Washington made an offer for
a large area of Indian land and promised a "reservation"
for the Indian people. -LionHeart-
"In 1851 Seattle, chief of the Suquamish and other Indian tribes around Washington's Puget Sound, delivered what is considered to be one of the most beautiful and profound environmental statements ever made. The city of Seattle is named for the chief, whose speech was in response to a proposed treaty under which the Indians were persuaded to sell two million acres of land for $150,000." -- -Buckminster Fuller in Critical Path.- (These are only excerpts from that statement) Chief
Seattle's Thoughts Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family. So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father. The rivers are our
brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and
feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and
teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours,
and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give
any brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert. I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers. So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected. You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. More of Chief Seattle's Statement in Henri's Sensual Galleries 1 & 2
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