By Jenny Kane
The faces laugh, stare, and gawk at people driving by at 70 miles per hour, or more.
Some people notice, some don't.
He is a tall, lanky African American doctor with organic-looking shoes, shoes that a modern Peter Pan might wear today. His coarse hair is a nest of tiny rolls, sometimes hidden by a green knit beanie. He has very modern glasses with clear plastic rims, and his only other accessory is a strip of green cloth wrapped around his wrist as a bracelet.
He lives in a nook of government housing just outside of his workplace, the Inscription House Clinic. The clinic is an isolated health center outside of Shonto, Ariz., a reservation town with a population of 591.
As often as he has young, fresh faces laughing at the wide sky, he has solemn, wrinkled elders looking out at a barren landscape. Each depicts either an appreciation of or a fear for what is going on in the surrounding environment.
Some depict the divide between traditionalism and modernism, such as the image of a peyote button, or a handful of what is considered a controversial but traditional herbal tool. Others show individuals with messages about saving water sources written across their heads.
For more on the subject, see Jetsonorama's Navajo Coal Art.
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