There I was this past October watching six dancers go about a dirt patch the size of a football field in the center of which sat Nez surrounded by her Clan.  The dancers would come out, twirl, and chant for about fifteen minutes, and then go back in the kiva.  Over and over this was done all night with only the most subtle changes marking the difference from the previous emergence, a purple feather hanging from their sash instead of a red one for example.
     I thus came back and executed Nez’s Ceremony (This Dimension) and Nez’s Ceremony (Next Dimension).  The former conveys appearances; the latter conveys the depth of where we went, together, as humans.

22 x 36"
Stainless Steel
2004