Today, two Indian women talk about medicine. And about protecting yourself from allowing others to have power over you. And about not carrying their things home with you. I think about how much medicine I am assigning to the back of my Indian woman walking away. I think about how much medicine I exposed to the back of my model. I know I felt like it was so much I shouldn't look into her eyes. I felt like I opened a door and couldn't allow her to fall in. This whole process feels like that. Maybe that Shawnee woman was right in calling art my medicine. This process is reminding me just how full of power artmaking is.