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There’a Go Fund Me for his partner to pay for medical and funeral bills. If you’re curious, there are also a couple of updates on his last days which are beautifully written: https://www.gofundme.com/f/stand-with-white-eagle-through-cancer-and-icu-recovery
If any of this thread has piqued your curiosity at all, I encourage you to look into Timothy, his art, and the impact he had on Seattle’s queerdo scene. May we all find a way to keep singing to the Standing Still People.
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If you were in Seattle in the early mid-90s to early 2000s, he opened Coffee Messiah on Denny in Capitol Hill. I lived nearby for a time and there were always interesting people there. Here’s a video where he talks about the weirdos that came through, the “Cabaret of Despair” where local outside performers honed their craft, and queers let their freak flags fly. Stay for the SLAVESOFSYLVIA track at the end, which unfortunately is no longer available on Bandcamp: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8f_cWOx7f8
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We lost a real one today: Timothy White Eagle. A great artist and builder of queer, freaky community. His art involved ritual, performance; exploring themes of Indigeneity, HIV, queer, outsiders.
“Songs for the Standing Still People” was an installation that I spent a lot of time with and within. Part of his artist statement for this piece reads:
"One of my elders taught me that my oldest ancestors are the rock people and that we use to call them, ‘The Standing Still People’. She also taught me that long ago the people would go out and sing to the Standing Still People and that they would sing back. In the old days, we would sing to everything as a way of saying thank you to the world and connecting to Spirit. The elder said that when regular people stopped singing to all the other beings of the world everyday, something changed. The other beings - the rocks, the plants, the animals - they all stopped singing too. I created a room that sings.”