Gary Little as a Painter and Sculptor.

My soul stirs me to tell my own story. . .

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my feasting eyes fill my soul with the spirit of Montana.  

I paint to remember my time here. As I record, my spirit rises.

My new mission becomes my truth.

I create mountains in clay . . . narrating without words

the fragile nature of our existence.

I sculpt the clay of the mountains in studied likeness.

I fire in stone what 50 million years of endurance looks like.

i heed the people’s reaction as their spirits rise with mine.