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Gary Little as a Painter and Sculptor.
My soul stirs me to tell my own story. . .
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.
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