WHITE BUFFALO
WHITE BUFFALO
The surprising thing about seeing Ni- agra falls the first time was that my ide- alized mental version was again nothing like reality. I expected blue water. What I saw was white, and a dark brown river. While pondering it what captured my imagination, is very hard to draw; the mist. The mist was everywhere in large masses above and below the falls. I took an elevator ride 18 floors down through the rock to the bottom. There you get to walk on a rickety wooden platform in sandals and a raincoat while the falls spill through the platform.
I felt the power of the water rushing over my cold feet. Luckily, it was a warm day. I started drawing, studying the white water, the slippery-soaked boulders, and the mist. I thought about Japanese woodblocks and how they use stylization to represent water. With- out realizing it the mist started to look like horns and the water like dreadlock strands of hair. An epiphany formed in front of my eyes, I was drawing the white buffalo bigger than life! Niagra falls “is” the white buffalo!
The White Buffalo
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