Both Dallas and I were recently contacted by the CBC podcast series on the Morrisseau art fraud, we turned them down. Here’s why….

 

Good evening to each and everyone. Things have been quite busy behind the scenes recently and I’ve been working on new deals and working out some problems in that process. Our printer is currently down at little giant productions so we are working out those kinks. The seasons are shifting and changing beautifully up here in the Kootenay mountains. Both Dallas and I were recently contacted about the stupidity of the Morrisseau art fraud shit and were contacted by Zoe Tennant and Adrian Stimson. People we don’t even know and who truly are clueless about the depth, size and scope of that reality. 

The way we feel about it is why would either of us want to be exploited yet again by people looking to capitalize on our story and our role within that?  It doesn’t make any sense for us. We have both declined to be interviewed by this colonial and shady operation. It simply boils down to strangers trying to put on the cape and capitalize on our suffering and struggles. Not interested. It was a super embarrassing energy dealing with their lack of knowledge and understanding. It’s like beating a fuckin dead horse. Morrisseau was a child sex abuser who also tried to abuse me and these people just want to talk about what happened for the empteenth time. Not the real story being shared and that is unfolding in real time here @ Jacobson native art. 

The producer was trying to contact me and mentioned in an email how anytime as soon as possible would be great for her to connect. Meanwhile in the phone conversation today she mentions how she never checked her spam folder for the last few days. Just really unprepared and ignorant in my view. I mean, if you can’t even check your own emails for days on end? Who the fuck wants to be interviewed by you? Not us. 

There’s a new wave of truth coming and they can’t even talk about that because of their colonial system and it’s bizarre rules and regulations. It was insulting that they just wanted to reminisce about the dead pedophile art fraud. Fuckin gross really and weak in reporting and how they structure their story telling. We don’t want to be exploited by these strangers. I mean, who the fuck are these people any how? Looking to make a buck off of our pain and suffering. We just went through that with the stupid movie, the police investigation, the Canadian media etc.

What an ugly feeling dealing with such low energy care and compassion. Reminds me of the sickness and denial of the truth regarding the Norval Morrisseau estate. Good luck with your stupid shitty podcast. We have other things cooking and don’t need any of what this garbage brings to our table. Good luck knuckleheads with your horrible finesse and shitty strategy in getting true warriors like us, to talk with you. 

You’ll be telling the same colonized version the Canadian media has been spitting out since this all came to fruition…( How white colonizers became the hero’s lol ) 

You bring nothing new to our circle. Good bye.

Sincerely, Rainbow Thunderbird - MAJ 🌈🦅🌈

Warning to the entire woodland school of art and all lovers of indigenous art - watch out for this guy Cory “ding dong” Dingle he is a disaster to our culture, our art our true stories and teachings

 

Good evening and it’s nice to come back and make some time for  a new article as I’ve been quite busy the last few days. Any how Im happy to now make some room for  this absolute fuck nut in whom I deeply regret ever meeting in Cory DING DONG Dingle. A disgrace to our woodland school of art who lied to me on several occasions and also in whom I told directly that Norval Morrisseau was, is and will always be, a sexual abuser of children, young men. Many victims/survivors that I was able to talk with who shared their truth and story with me including myself as well. 

I told him these things over 2 years ago and he’s done absolutely nothing to deal with this truth. He is no doubt a white colonizer who has absolutely no respect for sexual assault victims, our trauma and experiences. He is literally a total piece of shit of a human being. I’ll never trust him and it’s a complete disgrace that he is even weirdly involved in being the ceo of the permanently disgraced Norval Morrisseau estate, the historic sexual abuser. 

I have shared publicly many times about the reality of these truths that I discovered about the dead pedophile artist. I sent emails, messages etc in trying to help educate people around this and there is no doubt he is aware of that. Still? Nothing. He goes on pretending like that didn’t happen and does absolutely nothing to educate people about this reality. There is no doubt he has his reasons and I know for a fact that during the fraud, he amassed a nice little collection for himself. He certainly has a major invested financial interest. He is one of the creepiest people in this business. A shadow. A false reflection.

 Here’s a new and updated list of those who came forward and shared their stories and personal testimonies with me which helped me to come forward as well. It is gross negligence to ignore these honest accounts in whom Morrisseau truly was. There are many institutions, consulting firms, those in academia who are part of the problem. These colonial entities are either in denial, unwilling to believe it or simply don’t know. Either way it’s disgraceful to continue ignoring this reality and the time for changing this narrative is upon us. Propping up sexual abusers of children, young boys and men is wrong. What many including Ding dong Dingle continue to do is not the spirit of truth and reconciliation. It’s an utter abomination of my culture and a total disrespect to these historic sexual abuse survivors. It’s so ugly and hurtful. 

This list is an accurate account of what I was precisely told by these witnesses and experiencers. None of them have any other motive than to tell the truth. This is the honest reality of what I found and in what also propelled me to come forward. My only aim was to always tell the truth and here’s what I found:

David  Morrisseau - recieved an out of court settlement for sexual abuse claims. Was settled by Norval and Gabe Vadas in early 1990’s. David himself told several people about this sexual abuse from his father.  I have 3 witnesses who told me David had confessed the abuse to them as well. Sadly David passed away in august of 2024. Those 3 are elder Shelley Charles, Dr. Golden and Tom Tom Sinclair. 

Brian Marion - Story of this account is heartbreaking. A fellow artist in Michael cywink told me exclusively how back in the late 70’s he was in the same apartment with Norval and Brian. They were in another room when he heard Brian yelling out: no Norval, no, please no…while being raped by Norval in the other room. Michael said he froze, he didn’t know what to do and left in a panicked state. 

Tom Tom Sinclair - told me in conversations (written as well) that he was sexually abused at 8 years old by Norval Morrisseau. He also mentioned in writing that there were 4 other victims from Thunder Bay who were around the same age as him that were sexually abused by Norval Morrisseau. Those victims now deceased. 

That makes for 7 victims right there including my story. And what? That doesn’t matter? The money is more important? The false legacy of grand shaman and cultural icon is all that matters? This whole thing makes you look awful Dingle. You truly are a white windigo. Everything you touch is tainted. Sending the pedophile to the moon. Yippe fuck head. Thanks for contaminating the moon, asswipe. How about the united church of Canada fiasco? Tying the pedophile artist to that. Hiding the sex crimes of your chum behind the cross of Jesus. Lovely work guy. I wonder what they’ll have to say about all of that? You making moves under the umbrella of truth and reconciliation with that? Fucking disgusting. You truly gross me out. You are an insult to my culture white boy. You do it all ass backwards. You’re doing it wrong. It’s a disgrace how you choose to operate. You even mentioned how Buffy saint Marie shines like 16 suns or some weird ass shit like that. Saying how the estate fully supports the now discovered fraud of Buffy. Your characteristics are a lot like hers. It’s bizarre watching you roll the dice like that. 

Rolling with suspected forger in Phil Cote. During that whole disgraceful show and event you put on with united church of Canada. All of that while many of us indigenous peoples are still trying to heal from many of the abuses these churches are guilty of. During a period while many residential schools are still being searched and  finding  the dead bodies of thousands of children. You do not get it. You do not have the right mind and sensitivity regarding my culture. You are abusive. You represent a false light and a false narrative. You are a disgraceful individual. You are not capable of doing things in the right way. Our way. You seek the glory, the show and shine. Your approach is 100% colonial. 

You are a disgrace to my culture and I wish for you to be exposed for who you really are. You misrepresent the truth, regardless of how ugly it is. And for that, you lack true humility and understanding when dealing with indigenous issues and concerns. It’s an abomination. Total gross negligence. 

In the meantime here’s my video of lighting my entire Morrisseau collection on fire. It serves as a very proud moment in my life by standing up to the lies and deceptions of those around the art, life and legacy of Norval Morrisseau who through me, got exposed for the total piece of shit he’ll always be. A  gay sex junkie who became an exposed child sexual abuser. A real and true scum bag. A total piece of shit…

THE VIDEO: 

In the meantime there’ll be more to come. I am honoured that I can be a gate keeper of truth for my people the great Anishanabe and for the entire school of the woodland art. I have a duty to tell the truth. To stand up and tell it as it is. It is a privilege….all my relations, Rainbow Thunderbird - MAJ 🌈🦅🌈

This is what being sexually abused by Norval Morrisseau looks like: Meet Tom Tom Sinclair (a real broken human being)

 

In the spirit of truth and reconciliation pay attention to this story. Be warned this event is very triggering and traumatizing. What a wicked and dark spirit this piece of shit has in Tom Tom Sinclair. Somebody I tried to help and bring him into the truth. I spent several hours over months and months trying to support him and help him come to terms regarding his sexual abuse by Norval Morrisseau when he was a boy. An 8 year old boy. And because of that unhealed experience and trauma he is literally one of the biggest disappointments in human interaction that I’ve ever had. You’ll come to understand why. 

The spewing of filth and sickness and deep resentment towards me that he has is some really ugly shit. What a fuckin gross experience. You should be ashamed of yourself. So weak and spiteful it’s truly sad that I have to even share this. But I must. To set the record straight with my interactions around this whole entire sickness regarding Morrisseaus pathetic and twisted legacy. 

From this point forward this guy can literally go fuck himself. You are a pathetic excuse of a human being and a woodland artist. You are a sick and demented individual. I will not show you any pity or mercy. You are literally a broken indian. And it’s an honour for me to expose this. To expose you. Goof. I’m happy to know that you put those gifts I sent you back to the earth. You didn’t earn them and you certainly don’t deserve them. You simply couldn’t stand up like a real man. Like Dallas Thompson did, like I have. I called you a fuckin coward and a wimp because the way you acted? That’s exactly who you are. 

We were going to do an interview with APTN Investigates last year with a reporter named Kenneth Jackman. To cover this story. They were all in. I didnt feel comfortable with Kennth because quite frankly he admitted to being a Christian who is a white guy and I simply felt with all the residential school trauma and abuse coming forward it simply wasn’t the right fit for him to be telling this story. Our story. So all of us who were involved decided to go with a feature documentary. That was dead in the water as well. I killed it because of this sick fuck in Tom Tom. After going through all of that and coming to terms with my own experience of trying to be sexually abused by Norval and his fuckin clown goof handler in Gabe Vadas, I felt it was time now to try and move on. 

The residual effects of this dark and twisted energy around Morrisseau and his corrupt legacy still finds a way to interrupt my moving forward. This recent event will no doubt help with me closing the doors on this permanently. What a gross and disgusting experience. This last part of the article here is about Tom Tom and I having our final conversation yesterday. I’m exposing it to share the truth of what the effects of sexual abuse does to a persons character. The depth of being so deep in the abyss of his own “Morrisseau Stockholm syndrome”. It’s literally the weirdest shit I’ve ever experienced with another so-called Indian artist. 

The screenshots are of our conversation and there was a bit more that was said but he completely flew off the handle with this tirade. Saying that I should go kill myself and end my life for my son, so that his daddy is dead. Think about that? It’s fucked up. He also goes on to say that I’ll go jerk off to his sexual abuse story about Norval Morrisseau abusing him and other children, calling me a pervert, a sick pig, etc. That there was really crossing the line. Back in the old days I would literally beat the living shit out of somebody for talking to me like that. But today is different. I’ll give him the grace he needs to find his way through how truly sick and twisted this wounded soul really is. May this story help you to grow up and be a man someday. 

The screenshots of the blue writing is me, the screenshots of the black and white writing is Tom Tom Sinclair:

At this point all one can truly say is....ENOUGH SAID. Fuck you Tom Tom Sinclair.

P.S: In colonial Canada telling someone to go kill themselves is a Federal crime which can get you up to 14 years in a federal institution. A friend of this site wrote in to make a note of that. Miigwetch 😎

Artists like Buffy Saint Marie and Norval Morrisseau are liars, they conned generations of people

 

Good afternoon and here’s to discovering more truth about the lies concerning both the pretendian Buffy Sainte-Marie and the historic sexual abuser in Norval Morrisseau. Both a national disgrace. Who is the real Buffy Sainte-Marie? Well now we know. She was an Italian woman who for over 60 years pretended to be indigenous. She had the whole world fooled. She achieved international fame by being one of the most pathological liars in history. It’s absolutely gross if you ask me. All the awards? The grants? The Canadian government giving them accolades. Canadian media celebrating both her and Norval as icons. The Order of Canada recipient just like Morrisseau, Wow huh? Lol...

Foolish to buy into this. This is one of the main reasons why I have bowed out of the colonial way of life, Why I have chosen to live deep in the mountains and to live a solitary lifestyle. To be close to nature spirit and the animals that inhabit this beautiful spirit of Mother Earth. The colonial system is absolutely fuckin weak, Soulless, Cultureless and empty. Starving for the very cultural fabric it has been stealing from us First Nations since contact. The levels of betrayal, mistrust, lies and deceptions is simply over the top. Too challenging for most to deal with and face. It is the very plan and outline of colonialism, to keep you in the dark. To make it up as they go along. To oppress and take what is ours for their own selfish benefit. 

Times are indeed changing. The great awakening is upon us. The real spirit of truth and reconciliation is a spiritual force. The souls of all of us who have been gravely affected by these acts of genocide, crimes against humanity and the effects of residential schools is a testament to our strengths and perseverance. There are still so many who cannot get over this reality. They are stuck in the grips of this pain or are in total denial. They cannot bring themselves to the truth. They are afraid to step up because many are so dependent on this colonial system. They are afraid to lose the money, the fame, the notoriety and success. So they remain silent out of fear to rock that boat of comfort, of success. 

 I will continue to choose to rock the boat and I will continue to stand for truth in a time when this colonial world loves the lie. I will stand for justice because I know it’s the right thing to do. I will raise my voice and speak up on affairs I think are of national importance for the people of today and the souls of tomorrow. You know, I feel sorry for artists who live a life of half truths. Who hide behind the shine of the dollar. Who they themselves prefer the deceptions. They can’t even admit when their wrong it’s that bad. They have their own head up their own ass. Just like Norval and Buffy. 

Artists like Jackie Traverse and Blake Angeconeb both in whom I’ve tried to help along who ended up betraying me with their stupidity. Ignorant little farts in the wind. Both ignorant of the truth. Take for example Jackie who thinks only the historic sexual predator and child sex abuser in Norval Morrisseau should only be painting woodland style. Never mind who inspired him and where he took from like his predecessors in those who first created the pictographs, the birch bark scrolls etc. She is a major disappointment. An angry, bitter and jealous female native artist who decided to take a stand against me because I speak the truth. She’s done absolutely zero investigations into the cultural fabric of our woodland school. It’s embarrassing really. Good riddance. And the same can be said of Flake Angeconeb who chose to go the root of colonialism and not the true way of authentic apprenticeship. 

You can plainly see it in his lack of knowledge in the art form and the animal clan teachings. It’s mostly  stolen ideas from others and a mishmash of colonial concepts such as cartoons and tv programs. Even still with the news of the Morrisseau sexual abuse Scandal and now about Buffy Sainte-Marie being a pretendian. A fake, a scam and he says and does absolutely nothing. Too afraid to do any real meaningful research artists like these are shadow artists. Shadow people. Afraid of the real truth and light that separates the truth from the lie. Cowards. Weak, sell outs. All for the money. For the white mans path to success.

 That is not the spirit of woodland art. Even artists like my mentor in Roy Thomas, his friends in Saul Williams and Gelineau Fisher knew to stay away from Morrisseau. They knew he was a complete douche bag and was an abuser of young boys and young men. Discoveries I recently learned investigating these sex abuse claims. That is where the truth is. In legends like this who knew what I know. What I am now choosing to share and expose to the world. More importantly for the future. For woodland school artists who’ll find me and say: chi-miigwetch for telling the truth. For setting the record straight. For future generations....

All my relations, MAJ

What an honour to heal and light my Norval Morrisseau collection on fire...🔥

The word is spreading  like wildfire and many have now seen my Facebook video of lighting my sexual abuser Norval Morrisseau collection on fire. What a privilege and honour to step up and expose this disgusting abuser of young children, young boys and young men. Along with that spiritually bankrupt co conspiring sex abuser in Gabe Vadas. The false narrative sharing that he was norvals adopted son. But it ain’t true because as I’ve stated why would an adopted father have sex with his adopted son?

Exactly. The whole Morrisseau world is one big gigantic scam. For decades these were the stories that many had hoped would never see the light of day. Until now of course. Which is obviously the right thing and was the right timing to do. With all these high profile sexual abusers getting exposed worldwide, it was only a matter of time that these heinous crimes would be exposed. Now seeing the light of day. Reflecting after this whole experience over the last while on why I have forever turned my back on Morrisseau, you can easily see and understand why. It was because these 2 fuckin douche bags needed to be exposed. 

For me I can see as to why this guys legacy has had such karmic problems and issues. It truly is the most dysfunctional thing I have ever seen and witnessed. His own children betraying him, his brothers and cousins and nephews. It all stems from this reality. That hidden from the public and the institutions across Canada and beyond? Was  this. A chronic sick fuck who manipulated and imposed his sick will on others. Feeding his sexual impulses and carrying out his darkest wishes. A real Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde.

This picture truly reminds me of all those around the art and legacy of Norval Morrisseau feasting off the dead pedophile corpse of their sex shaman, copper thunderbird. A national disgrace. It’s really that fuckin ugly and pathetic. All of them holding on to the lie attaching their names and reputations to this sick and twisted reality. Dealing with their own delusional belief systems. But now things are changing. The amount of support and solidarity that I have encountered is off the charts. Many coming forward through PM on Facebook etc sharing their personal accounts with me. Congratulating me for having the courage to step forward and share my story, my truth of everything that happened. I’ll leave you with a link to the 12 minute video and once again an honour to come forward and be one of the first in native art history to do this. To say no to these predators and to expose them for the sick fucks they are. From this point forward these truths will change the world. All my relations, MAJ

THE LINK ON FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/groups/234007275421606/permalink/679467647542231/?mibextid=5eVWNK

When it comes to Indigenous law: We Anishanabe must sever ties and turn the crown upside down

 

Good afternoon to each and everyone and once again I appreciate all the love and support over these last few months. Big changes are happening and manifesting and the Creator is most certainly giving me a birds eye view of the poison and filth of white colonial law and all agents of the crown. I always said we First Nations must continue to strive for our sovereignty and break away from our abuser in Canada. That means all ties to the colonial blueprint of the commonwealth. 

It is a major step forward recently a couple of months ago that the Catholic Church denounced the doctrine of discovery which is what Canada was founded on. The entire world of colonial law is birthed in this racist doctrine. The crimes against humanity that this corrupt country is guilty of is beyond horrific. I am a survivor of these crimes, of this genocide. Most Canadians are still in a deep coma regarding this reality. They pretend that life just goes on and that theirs nothing one can do about the change needed. 

The whole system is truly bankrupt. You’d think that stealing trillions and trillions and trillions of dollars  throughout many generations now would some how help to fix these grave issues. But indeed the greed and selfishness of white settler mentality continues to sabotage any real meaningful change. They simply cannot produce it because the depths of these crimes and the actions and behaviours continue to drive that fucked up machine forward. 

My experience has been that there is no trust at this point in the cultural fabric of this so-called country. People are still in it (Canadian system and society) to primarily benefit for themselves. I feel that meaningful change must happen at the grassroots level, soul to soul. We are a very long way from that. It’s sad really how people use and abuse the system to gain some sort of power they think they have. It’s so gross the whole fuckin thing. Any how, those who continue to work for the crown and are agents of the crown they are the fuckin worst. Parasites on stolen Indian land.

Pictured here: The spiritually bankrupt Canadian settler who doesn’t know what the fuck he is doing or even seeing on stolen Indian land

I actually can’t stand these people and that’s my right. I don’t trust them and they always have ulterior motives. Money is their god and they’ll do just about anything to get it. It’s so ugly and I actually kinda feel sorry for them. They are the spiritually bankrupt. Seeking power and control to manipulate those around them. For ultimately self gain. It’s the weakest shit because they continue with this behaviour using every trick in the colonizer’s playbook.

Any how, fuck the crown and turn it upside down. This is the future for my people the great Anishanabe. We are a people who are dedicated to self determination. I’m grateful for my First Nations heritage as it has become the foundation for saving my life and in turn, saving my soul. More to come and all my relations....MAJ 

Disclosure of some personal revelations of truth here @ Jacobson native art

 Good morning to each and everyone and I have been in a deep place of transformation ever since I left Vancouver in 2017 and headed out to the Kootenay mountains. The reality of the vastness of space, power and quiet inspiration out here has absolutely changed my point of view and perceptions about many things. I’ve had tons of time out here to reflect on the cultural fabric of this country, the realities of surviving genocide, being a 60’s scoop survivor, escaping death, battling the disease of alcoholism (been sober now for over 23 years and counting). 

Being heavily involved in the rebirthing of myself as a true Anishanabe soul, sovereign from Canada and the Queen of England, truly. My identity as a real version of a freeman on my land. I am governed by the Creator first, my ancestry, 7 sacred grandfather teachings and the experience in who I am in relation to this and through my own lense. As much as the occupier in Canada and their so-called rule of law which is founded on genocide in actuality, I am free to live my life governed by these principles which supersede the rule of law. These are universal source codes in reality. Applicable to all human beings. This is a spiritual perspective that really shows the way to what real freedom is for us Anishanabe. I know Canada doesn’t want me to see this truth for me and my people, but sorry to say to them, it is our ways which must come first. This is what you have tried to kill in me. This is what you have tried to strip from me, my voice, my truth, my identity, my power. 

The real truth of my real fight has been in establishing who I really am. My own views and experiences throughout my life and telling it truthfully, no sugar coating, raw and real from a true First Nations and indigenous lense. This is my voice speaking up, speaking truth to power. Exposing these crimes against humanity and pointing my arrows where they ought to be pointed. I’m absolutely fuckin disgusted to tell you the truth and I make no bones about my dissatisfaction with my abuser in Canada. This country owes us trillions and trillions of dollars, let alone all the land and resource thefts, cultural artifacts being stolen, etc. It’s so gross about how the majority of white settlers don’t even know the real history of how this country came to be. What a disgrace to the fallen...many of them had no fuckin clue either that they were all that deceived. But these residential school children are showing us some things that this country has tried to deny and tuck away into the past, somewhere non existent.

But they speak and speak they will continue to do. I too will continue to speak and to tell it as it is. Unfiltered much like the Canadian media cannot do because of how fucked up that whole industry truly is. Mostly parasites and maggots feasting on the pain and misery of others who get paid for that. I don’t get paid by anyone here. Only by the truth do I get to see more and get paid. It’s more of a spiritual thing for me seeing things on the upper plains, middle plains and lower plains. Laws of spirit. Other than this, I don’t give a shit about Canadian media at all. Most of it is pretty useless information and at the end of the day, I don’t need any of it. I am my own media. I am the truth of my experience. My lense is purely from an indigenous point of view. It’s as simple as that..

The same can be said of being recognized by this country for all the good I’ve done concerning the reality of getting directly involved in saving the lives of numerous sexual assault victims, helping to facilitate justice for them by getting their abuser arrested, charged and put into a federal penitentiary for 5 years. I know, not nearly enough time as he has always been not only the chief suspect of this Morrisseau art fraud,  but he is also the main suspect of the murder of Scott Dove in Thunder Bay back in 1984. It’s still an unsolved murder, even now. These guys have been wanting to deal with Gary Lamont up there for years, but it took Indians to get the job done. Even up until this very day nobody from Thunder Bay never thanked me for getting involved in not only saving the lives of these victims/survivors and helping to remove a serial rapist from their streets. Not once...

So, things like medals, awards, the order of Canada, etc mean absolutely fuckin nothing to me. I simply dont care. It’s a lot like being awarded from your sexual abuser. It’s bad enough that no one from the AFN gave me any support or help or anything. I had to do it on my own. From the money of paintings that I sold of my art. That’s how I flew to Thunder Bay to help everyone there, on several occasions. I didn’t realize it at the time but surely all these years later, my ancestors have shown me that it was the order of the Anishanabe that I was producing. Putting things back in order from our way, our perspective. Setting the record straight. For future generations. 

Once again I feel extremely grateful for the process of awakening and decolonization. I believe in my people make no mistake about that. But we are a long long way from meaningful change and truth and reconciliation. Over 500+ years of surviving genocide will take its toll on anyone, let alone a nation of people who identify as First Nations. Even though I have seen so much pain and suffering and have had to illuminate so much darkness, I feel I have come a long long way. A few years ago I finally applied for my indian status. I was obviously hesitant for all the reasons I’ve shared around this genocide of my people and even in me, trying to wipe me out, my family bloodline, to bleed the Indian out of me. I have survived this far. Still here and still present fighting the good fight for not only my people but people all around the world. 

I’m grateful that this country knows and recognizes my status as being Anishanabe. It is one of the good things I can reflect on with regard to trying to see the progress between our various nations. I feel though that even that in itself is quite backwards and weird. But this is survival of genocide. It isn’t easy navigating these realities. I am a voice for myself, my family bloodline and ancestry. I will continue to be a strong voice for my people, the great Anishanabe. 

All my relations, MAJ

Gratitude for the woodland school of art

 Good evening to all my family, friends, fans and collectors worldwide. Just sending a shout out to each and everyone of you who continue to share your appreciation, love and support for my art and legacy. It is such a beautiful feeling to know that there are so many of you who understand and acknowledge the spiritual power and force of our Mother Earth.

The spirit of what I do as an artist is so tied to sharing the wisdom and depth of these nature spirit relationships and the many teachings being reflected in those understandings and experiences. In the context of being a 3rd generation woodland school artist, I feel that the importance of being a channel for this spirit and energy is vitally important for future generations.

Being an artist in this realm of the woodland art form is vital for spiritual understanding and growth as an Anishanabe. There is a hidden world of spiritual power Contained in the medicine of this art. It is such a blessing to be able to share and reveal these glimpses of the spirit. I’m sending you all much love and strength as we march together into the summer of 2021 and what will be the 4th wave of COVID 19. 

Stay strong my friends....all my relations....MAJ 

Mark Anthony Jacobson native art & my experiences around the Norval Morrisseau film: There are no fakes

 Good afternoon to each and everyone who continues to find my new site here at Jacobson native art. It has been a few moons since the release of this film and as executive producer of, I have some things I want to share about it now. First off, I’m glad that we had the opportunity to tell this story through film and to reach out to many new people as the direct result. It was always a powerful story that needed to be told and shared. 

I first met Norval Morrisseau in 2005 in Nanaimo B.C. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. At this point I had been working and mastering the woodland art form for 20 years exactly. It was a brilliant meeting for the both of us. At that point, Norval was confined to his wheelchair and was struggling with Parkinson’s disease. He never had dementia as it was falsely reported by the likes of those shady websites in the Norval Morrisseau blog and the hoax exposed blogs. Both heavily involved in trying to make fakes, authentic. 

It was at that time during my visits with Norval that I began to be educated by him about the grave nature of this problem. I was shown dozens and dozens of examples both in catalogues and the Internet by Norval, Gabe and Michelle Vadas. Norval himself had asked me to help him. He had specifically invited me into this realm because he knew that I would help. And I have. Without a shadow of doubt, I made all the moves necessary to have found the results I did by the production of this film. 

Look, the truth is that none of this would have happened, if it wasn’t for a serendipitous meeting between Dallas and I. Exposing the truth about these fakes, the fraud ring in Thunder Bay ont, exposing a serial rapist and getting him convicted on multiple counts, Justice and vindication for not only Norval Morrisseau, the sexual assault survivors, for kevin hearn and his lawyer in Jonathan Sommer, but also the estate of Morrisseau and countless collectors, galleries, museums and institutions. 

Same can be said for everyone else who attached their name to this movie. By the time the film came out last year, I had spent nearly 15 years of my life on this. It definitely ranks as one of the worst experiences I have ever gone through in my entire life. The amount of filth, disgust, brokenness, horrifying truths, lies and deceptions, threats, intimidation, betrayal and let down was absolutely over the top. 

And this was on both sides of the coin, the bad guys and the good. The reality is that unfortunately this film brought out the worst in many people tied to it. Including myself at times. The level of mistaking friendship and trust throughout this ordeal was really the backbone for me saying: “FUCK THIS“ to everyone associated with this film, excluding both Dallas and Kevin Hearn. Because they were the only 2 solid people that remained until the very end. Even in that, I took a break from them as well. I needed it, we all kinda needed it. 

Many souls around the world have now had a chance to see this film. This is a good thing. Although it has been a very deep and painful experience, I hope one day to see even further results of all the efforts and work that was done and continues to be done as the result of this dedicated service that a few of us put together. It was the fraud of Norval Morrisseau that had first brought me into this scenario. I knew the task ahead of me was quite monumental. Nor Norval himself, neither gabe or michelle, nor Ritchie Sinclair or bryant ross, not kevin hearn or any lawyers before hand could fix this. 

Not the likes of KRG, not the NMHS, no institution or even any police force across Canada knew the depth of this rabbit hole. It was when the information about rape, violence, drugs and assaults that had came forward through Dallas and I sharing our experiences that the truth became known. It was then around 2011 that this entire focus shifted from art fraud to the rape and crimes of a serial sexual predator who was discovered as the suspected head of this Norval Morrisseau art fraud ring, deep in the heart of Thunder Bay, ont. 

I was flown to Toronto for the opening of this film last year. I have to say that I was appalled at the level of disrespect and disgusting attitudes of the director of this film in Jamie Kastner. I always felt that since meeting him there was something “not right” about him. He shamed me for bringing my family to the movie premiere saying he only wanted me there, and not my family. He called me a 2 bit hustler when I wanted to share my art and culture during the after party of the premiere. 

I brought my paintings and such to add to the event, to be a blessing of indigenous culture and sharing the strength and power of my art. To support all the efforts in regards to saving the lives of countless victims and of the art and legacy of my friend and mentor in Norval Morrisseau. That the circle is strong with what I bring to the table. I told Jamie Kastner where to go, and educated this Frankenstein colonized mindset of his that most people in my circles buddy would consider me a hero for getting involved in this story in the ways that I did. 

But this piece of garbage in Kastner tried to belittle me and my integrity as someone who was and is so intimately involved with really opening up this whole story. It left such a bad taste in my heart and the fact that people like Kastner are peppered all over the Canadian film industry. It really grossed me out and because of assholes like him I had to step back and really process all these events in their true light. I think I’ve done that and during this time of healing my heart and soul through this, I’ve found a place now within where I can actually tell my side of this story. 

Some how in all this, I got left out. They didn’t give me any interviews, They feared me and so they went to any and all lengths to try and control this narrative. At the end of the day, I let them. I gave up trying to be heard because I suppose there were those who desired that spotlight for themselves. Nevermind this Indian in me. I didn’t look the part I suppose. They couldn’t control me. So they acted out of fear. At this stage of the game, I don’t really care about it so much any more. More will be revealed...this story isn’t over.

The black dry brush fakes are only one wave. There are several waves of fake Norval Morrisseau paintings and prints peppered all over the Internet like ebay, kigigi, auction houses, shady galleries and their dealers. Prominent Canadian art galleries have been selling dozens and dozens of these suspected second, third, fourth and fifth waves etc. of different fakes other than the now common and distinct black dry brush fakes. 

The above 4th photo here shows one of these fraudulent waves of fake Norval Morrisseau paintings. This particular forgery is very distinct from those black dry brush abominations, (Norvals exact words for them). This period came before the black dry brush, actually. This particular wave is sourced from the Yorkville gallery district in the heart of downtown Toronto. This wave came in the late 1980’s all throughout the 1990’s and even into the 2000’s. 

I know who this forger is. I contacted him on line, twice. Once 10 years ago and recently about 3 months ago. I told him that I suspect it’s you....chief. I’ve studied his weak originals and have compared his personal techniques in his own woodland art style and then I’ve compared those techniques to this example and several others and indeed in my professional opinion and experience, it’s the same fuckin artist. I know it, he knows it and we’ll see if the police across this country can see it too. 

It will never be a complete investigation if the other waves of the Norval Morrisseau fakes don’t get dealt with. It’s a funny thing with true experience and understanding. Ive been given an inside view of the world of art forgery because of my friendship with Norval Morrisseau. I am regarded as one of the true living masters of this style of indigenous art called the woodland school. It is an honour for me to keep pushing it forward, in my style and in my techniques.

 I know that somewhere in this universe, the spirits look upon me and smile. I know that indeed my friend and mentor in Norval Morrisseau after all of this looks upon me and smiles too. Knowing full well that I did my duty. I took it all to task. I did my part in helping to set the record straight. At the end of the day I want it to always be known that I did this all for free, from my heart because I always believed it was the right thing to do. I did it for love...for the love of my people. The great Anishanabe.

All my relations, Mark Anthony Jacobson - Rainbow Thunderbird

Explaining the artistic process of Mark Anthony Jacobson native art

Title of painting: Mother Nature in a dream state.

 Size: 48 x 72 inches. Sold to private collection, Montreal Que. 

Here’s to another wonderful day out here in the Kootenay mountains, the lands of the great Ktunaxa nation. We’ve gotten our first true snowfall of the year. During this season of the winter, I’ll be busy busy busy creating new paintings. I have several commissions to execute and I am working 0n collaborations and creative initiatives throughout Canada and abroad with regard to moving my creative energy in all sorts of new and exciting directions. 

I wanted to share some inside details as to what makes a “Jacobson“ a “Jacobson“ with regard to my creative process and practice as an Anishanabe artist. First of all, an open and clear mind sets the stage for better decision making and capacity for “in the moment” focus. This is the birthing place for me as an artist. Life has all kinds of distractions, situations, circumstances and problems along with the various issues we encounter along the journey with regard to people, places and events.

For me, that outside noise can be very distracting and so I need space to create. Psychic space is vital for freedom and quietness of mind, where the illumination of imagination rests. I prepare myself each and every time I create. I have my studio functioning in a manner that facilitates creative stimulation. A playful energy of excitement, joy, interest, focus and action. The way in how I maintain this environment is quite important to consistently “getting it right the first time” with my designs, the images, these blueprints of composition and technique in the art I create. 

Giving thanks each day is vital to maintaining a healthy attitude in today’s climate. I smudge and pray quite often and will use these ceremonies throughout a series of paintings that I’m working on. I use sage, sweet grass, cedar and tobacco to stay in the flow. I also do spring equinox and fall equinox ceremonies each year called “feasting the spirits” or a spirit feast. I do this to give thanks to the Creator, Mother Earth and all life force, creation. I do this to also give thanks to the ancestors. All those before us. To be mindful and appreciative of these things is a beautiful characteristic in ones Arsenal on living a human life on our Mother Earth. 

Life is a circle and what goes around comes around as they say. People before us have done these things and I find it to be important actions that one can experience to a deeper and more fruitful connection to the spirit of life, to all creation. Remember that for artists, consistency and playfulness are important elements in a creative life. Art should be what ever it wants to be in that sacred place of discovery and opportunity. 

In these particular realms is where I garner the best quality of energy for me to maintain what it takes to finish off either a painting or a series of paintings. The less distractions for me, the better. As we know life is ripe with all sorts of temptations and side tracks. Focus daily in the direction of our art and making it is vital to a healthy creative lifestyle.

Along with some ceremony to get in the flow, I listen to all sorts of music as well. Music is also a great facilitator of creative energy. Most of my work is done on my own, except for the times involved where I’ve had people apprentice with me during cycles of paintings and such. So with the amount of time to ones self, being comfortable in your own skin is a necessary skill in your creative portfolio. Art demands attention, it demands your time and focus. 

I have all sorts of other people’s artworks surrounding me in the studio as well. I collect First Nations art myself. I love our artforms across the country from coast to coast to coast. I have several pieces and find such a depth and quality in being a collector as well. Art heals and for me it is a true gift to be an artist and  also one who enjoys the art of others as much as making it.

Any how, this is a general outline of how I do what I do. Art is about relationships and in nature spirit is where I truly get to be “in tune” with the true depth and knowledge of these teachings. Mother Earth is my teacher in so many ways, it leaves me speechless. So I have to go out and make a painting of what I saw, of what I experienced. This is another reason why so many people resonate with my art. It speaks...

All my relations....MAJ

Jacobson native art on being invited to the Robert and Reg Davidson potlatch up in Haida Gwaii

 Good day to each and everyone. Life is well and I am feeling very inspired with the direction my life is going in. Living here on the great Ktunaxa nation deep in the Kootenay mountains is absolutely magnificent. I wake up every day feeling happy, joyous and inspired about life. 

I wanted to share my experiences with the great Haida nation and my invitation to the potlatch of the great Robert and Reg Davidson. Brothers who exemplify cultural pride and masterful talent in the art world. These artists are true magicians to their people. To witness the reverence And cultural pride that the Haida people revered these 2 masters was absolutely incredible. 

Their significance and cultural pride was truly something to behold. It was over 4 days and I had the honour to be invited to participate and share in the history of their people. It was so beautiful and brought up in me a depth of pride and love that humbled me for my entire experience, there. 

Watching the 4 day ceremony and participating in their protocols was a treasure for me which I’ll always behold as life changing. I got to see first hand how important our artforms are to an entire nation of people. How the ceremonies, stories, songs and teachings were revered by their people. It was such a celebration of beauty and story telling. The Davidson brothers released 22 sub crests throughout their artform. Each was something to be so incredibly moved by. 

I learned then on a deeper level than before on just how important our roles are as artists, as visionaries for the people. We are the culture bearers for our society, our clan systems, our teachings and ceremonies. We are the magicians of the earth. The wayshowers for our people, for all people. This is the true role of the artist. 

Enjoy these photographs and the beauty of the Haida nation. What a privilege and thank you for all the love and support of my art and culture of the great Anishanabe. All my relations MAJ