Every year for Christmas someone in the family makes ornaments for everyone in the extended family. I told my sister I could pony up this year and finally make the ornaments. It's always been an aunt or one of my sisters.

Mom grew up on a native reserve in Alaska until she was about twelve. This is in the Pacific Northwest native art style.

The raven was a trickster. A man had kept the moon for himself. The world was in darkness. The Raven pretended to be the man's grandchild, and stole the moon and flew it up into the sky for the good of all of mankind. He broke the moon into pieces, the largest ended up being the sun, the smaller being the moon, and the fragments were the stars.

It's a work in progress, but here are our first two iterations. I plan on printing the final ones in resin.