Sunday, January 08, 2012


JAMES LACY REDCORN
OSAGE ARTIST - AND POET

jim redcorn was a friend and regular visitor to our house during the time he lived in oklahoma city in the 70's and early 80's. he also welcomed us to the osage dances in pawhuska. he moved back to his home studio in pawhuska and we all saw him less. he died some time ago while living in pawhuska. jim's son talee printed a poem online that jim had written causing me to think back on him and be determined to write a few words remembering him.
jim was an old school indian artist trained in santa fe and mentoring others including richard whitman who came after him. he painted in gouache or watercolor and favored images of his osage tribe. he proudly claimed knowledge from classic european painting.
he came to oklahoma city in the 70's to head a project documenting undercounting of indians in the census working with our friend helen fourkiller among others. art remained his real love and he was particularly proud of an ornately framed oil painting that hung on the wall of the border crossing restaurant in norman.
he brought his own brand of happiness to me and my family and i am glad to reprint some of his art from the internet and that poem



I am a painter,
Not a writer.
I only want to paint
The beauty and the dignity
Of my people, the Osage.

One painting reflects this:
"The Playground of the Eldest Son"

The oldest son is our most favorite.
Our most honored.
Other siblings revere him.
The dance reflects this - - -

The eagle flies looking down - - -
Looking to the earth
Dignified.

If the mood of the people in the Osage village is good
The dance is good.

If the dancers are exhilarated by this reverence,
The people know it.

If my paintings are good
The viewers will know it.

Jim Redcorn, 1973


* Pictured in the photo are Jim's brother Charles, his son Talee, his father Harold and Jim. I have no idea why he wore the blanket that day but somehow i'm not surprised.

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