Not long after I lost my grandfather, within a week, I had a dream about him. In the dream everything was dark and I was crying, I can’t say exactly what I was crying about, I don’t remember. But I was all alone in the dark, I remember feeling this incredible loneliness. As I’m sitting in this dark place, a doorway starts to open, like a big hole and through it I can see the galaxy. And I see the silhouette of a young Andrew Tebiscon (grandpa) walking through with a wolf at his side, always staying close to him. He walked over and said some things to me, which sadly I don’t remember. But I remember feeling a lot better. Happier. And he walked back through the doorway with his wolf and they were gone. This meant a great deal to me when I woke up. As a child I spent a lot of time with my grandparents and I remember hearing him having nightmares down the hall, sometimes yelling in his sleep. His nightmares were about wolves. Seeing him in that dream, with a wolf beside him, so relaxed. Made me feel like he had found peace. A year later I made this painting. A few months after the painting was made, I was really looking at it. Taking in all the details and colours, and suddenly I was reminded of a book I had started reading called “The Mishomis Book” an Ojibway book of teachings about Grandfather. In the book there is a story about how the first man had traveled the world and noticed all the animals were made in pairs except for him, so he asked created why, and that he was lonely. Creator made the first wolf, to be his best friend, together they traveled the whole world. Looking at the painting now, I not only see my grandfather and his wolf, but the first man and the first wolf too. And I think maybe, my grandpa and his wolf are together, traveling the Spirit world together