I was looking through old tintypes from the southwest -- imagining the men and women who lived and struggled here. As beautiful as the New Mexican land is, it is undeniably harsh, and the people in some of the photos -- particularily of the Native Americans -- showed it. I began thinking of those Natives that battled the calvary to preserve their way of life... and how many of them ended up sequestered on the reservations. In my mind's eye I saw them - -beaten but undefeated, still proud, but with the hardship reflected in their eyes. So this is not any one photo or person, but a number of them, combined to give a face to that image. I have named it 'the undefeated'