Encountered the white buffalo while crossing the country alone; things began to change in painting and life.
Had a vision/dream wherein it feels more real than daily life. In the dream my persona was larger than the state of Washington; at which point a huge voice said: This is not about You, Mardie! This is who we all are!
Your job is to get it out there in the world for everyone to see!

Ergo, my painting changed; these visionary images began coming through.