The large Panel is depicting one of the oldest stories in Pacific North West Native Mythology "Raven steals the Light ".
A story of the creation from the dawn of time when the world was still dark and the Light of the world was in a box, which contained a box, which contained a box with an infinite number of boxes at the house of an old man and his daughter.
The Raven, who had always existed, decided to steal the light for himself, as it would make his life easier. He was trying to find the best way to do this, and when the old man's daughter came down to the river to fetch water and to drink , the Raven changed into a single hemlock needle and was swallowed by the girl.
There he changed again into a very small human being and slept for a long while. The girl didn't know what was happening to her and nobody saw that she changed because it was so dark. Suddenly the old man became aware of a new presence in the house. The Raven was a strange looking and noisy boy with a long beak like nose. The old man, his grandfather, grew to love the boy and spend much time playing with him and making him toys.
One day the child found the largest of the many boxes and opened the first lid, he felt another box which he wanted to open. And so it went on day by day. Every day another box was opened as the grand father yielded to the begging child. Until the last box was left, the grandfather refused to open it at first, but not for long could he refuse his grandchild's wish.
The old man lifted the light in the form of a beautiful incandescent ball from the final box and tossed it to his grandson. He was left with only a glimpse of the child who changed suddenly from his human form into a huge, shining black Raven.
The Raven snapped up the light in his beak and flew through the smoke whole of the house into the huge darkness of the world.
The world was transformed at once. Life began to stir everywhere. The Raven was rejoicing in his wonderful new possession, admiring the effect it had on the world, that he never saw the Eagle who was almost upon him. In panic he tried to escape and dropped half of the ball he was carrying which scattered into one large and many small pieces as it fell to the ground. The pieces bounced back to the sky and remain there still today as moon and stars.
The Eagle pursued the Raven further, until the Raven was exhausted and dropped the last piece of light he was still carrying. It floated above the clouds over the Easter mountains and became the morning sun light ...… Read more Read less