Mud Woman is monumental—certainly not hidden. The
commissioned Roxanne to create the piece for their new Native American exhibit and, after months of planning, Mud Woman is coming to life. The sculpture, officially named Mud Woman Rolls On, is the first thing that greets visitors when they step off the 3rd floor elevator of the DAM, Denver Art Museum ’s world class art museum. Denver
Roxanne, a world class sculptor, will be working on the piece all spring and summer. Rox is from the Santa Clara Pueblo in
. Her roots go back thousands of years. She knows intimately the land her ancestors have walked for generations. But she doesn’t know New Mexico like I do. Denver is the land of my birth and as a descendent of this city, like everyone else born here, I have inherited the responsibility of keeping the city’s stories alive. It’s not a responsibility I take lightly. And Rox knows that. Denver
To Rox, Mud Woman isn’t just a Roxanne Swentzell sculpture either. Mud Woman belongs to Denver. She is being birthed here—shaped with sand and mud and straw by Rox’s intuitive, artistic hands (and occasionally with a little help from museum visitors). Rox doesn’t analyze as she sculpts, though, she feels. “When it feels right, I just know it. This piece is telling us a story, a story about generations and our connection to the Earth.”
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Even though I grew up in the foothills west of
Denver, and near the Platte River south of , I remembered nothing of this incident until doing research for my novel, All the Water Yet to Come (also a work-in-progress). Maybe, I thought, we could make a small atonement for this grievous injury done to the earth—place a few healing objects inside of Mud Woman. Denver
Perhaps she could even carry Denver’s history inside her, from the first glacial age that came to the land when the winds and waters formed the gently rolling hills through which the waters of Cherry Creek and the South Platte would someday flow. Even the stories of Sand Creek. Even the stories of “the greening of the Platte” when the entire city worked together to cleanse the river so that ducks could nest along her banks once more, and children could swim in her waters.“Yes,” I said, “I can give you a poem—a love song to Denver that will honor the stories that lie buried beneath her paved streets and high rises.” Rox smiled. “That would be good.” And then, simultaneously, we both grinned. “And quartz. Some rose quartz from the mountains.” That’s how it came to be that a few weeks later, Roxanne and I, and my partner John Gritts and Rox’s husband Tim Star, gathered at the museum for a small ceremony to fill Mud Woman’s center with a few heartfelt objects, including my long prose poem, “Whisper of the Land.”
Heather Nielsen, Master Teacher for Native Arts at the Museum, asked us to explain the significance of each object while a staff member videotaped us. Then Roxanne climbed the ladder up to Mud Woman and placed each object inside her, including the breast feather from an eagle that John (of the Cherokee Nation) gave her.
Two weeks later, Roxanne and I taught an all-day teachers' workshop at the DAM, and Rox asked me to read from the poem as we sat gathered by the sculpture.
The soul of the city is here, in the heartbeat of the people. The land still stirs beneath our feet, beneath the asphalt and concrete and high-rise buildings. Creation’s afterglow is still here, on the faces of all the strangers we meet. Listen. Mud Woman is talking. She is the whisper of the land, the shout of the people, the sorrow of the city. She is us.
Read complete poem/essay on News page.
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Postscript: Since the 1980s, the Rocky Mountain Arsenal has made great reclamation strides to return the land to health. Not only have bison been reintroduced to the shortgrass prairie, but the RMA National Wildlife Refuge also has a breeding pair of eagles that have fledged a dozen eaglets. Learn about the Rocky Mountain Wildlife Refuge.