THE ARCHIVES
THE ARCHIVES
THE ARCHIVES
THE ARCHIVES
THE ARCHIVES
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Fragments & Notes
Writing, reflections, fragments, and ideas in progress
General B.A. Scholarship Essay
I consider trust and honesty of the utmost importance of my values, even though my truth, where I came from, and what I’ve gone through are things people generally are uncomfortable talking about. I’ve learned I must disregard preconceived judgements as it is still my story. Being an Indigenous person, I was raised from a place of fear, isolation, and struggle. Consider the unfortunate lineage of generational trauma; extremely toxic family dynamics; immensely heavy substance abuse, death, domestic violence, neglect, poverty, and discrimination. I now find it astonishing to say, at one point I was homeless read more of this except...
March 18
...the source of the smoke we’ve collectively choked on over the last few summer, our only sense of community in the isolation that is the desolate concrete island of civilization that lives where the plains meet the hills like the ocean meets the sand… that source, the flames, have followed the smoke. Now, Pahá Sápa (black hills)… is burning. After a dry windy desolate winter, a record breaking heat is approaching for summer. Tate (wind)… is so angry, so strong, the trees snapped in half. The purifiers of our air and the literal roots of our ecosystem in the hills, ripped by the root from the rapidly dying soil of Unci Maka (Mother Earth).
It felt like a massacre had occurred. I couldn’t even document it, you’d have to see it... All of my relatives and friends experienced recently, the wind read more of this excerpt...
Poetry Fragments
Go west boy
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It’s starting to snow again -wrap my scarf on to feel warmth again
Wore my warmest -in this mind numbing frost biting freezing wind
I’ve got to think warm thoughts
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Cherry seed spitters
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I always hang on for a little too long
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I love itching the skin around a scab
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Butterflies or bees?
The answer might seem obvious.
What do you do when your butterflies turn to bees?
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ARCHIVE ENTRY
Behind the Archives
Hello, I’m Kenneth — an Indigenous two-spirit independent artist from the Oglala Lakota Tribe of the Great Plains of South Dakota, now based in Durango, Colorado.
The Archives is a collection of my work across music, writing, visual art, and design — an ongoing record of the projects, ideas, and creative practice that continue to shape me as an artist.
Art has been central to my life from an early age. I began creating abstract art as a child and have been playing cello since the age of nine, later expanding into writing, music production, visual design, and creative direction through both formal study and self-driven practice.
Today, my work moves between sound, image, and language. I write and produce music, create visual work and design systems, and use writing as another way of documenting ideas, experiences, and creative exploration. My first album, Wonder Years, was entirely written, recorded, and produced by me, with all accompanying visuals designed as an extension of the project’s artistic vision.
I am currently pursuing a B.A. in Music at Fort Lewis College with a concentration in classical cello, alongside a minor in Communication and Design (graphic design) and a Certificate in Marketing. After completing my undergraduate studies, I plan to continue into an M.A. in Music Production.
Whether through production, performance, writing, visual art, or design, my practice is guided by curiosity, intention, and a commitment to creating work that feels both considered and deeply personal.
