Waniwatang Spirit Dancer – Framed 3D Shadow Box Art Own the piece that ignited a legacy. This framed 3D artwork features the Waniwatang Spirit Dancer—an electrifying figure born from dream and vision. Emerging from the depths of shadow and imagination, the masked dancer moves with thunderous rhythm, arms flailing in wild expression and feet pounding like an ancient heartbeat rising with the tempo. Surrounded by bursts of lightning and charged energy, he dances as if summoning life into the void itself. His dramatic arrival marked the beginning of all my framed art—where spirit, movement, and meaning first converged.
- Outside dimensions 11" x 14" x 1.3"
- Shadow Box Black Frame with mat
- 80lb. High quality glossy photo paper
- Includes glass and backing
- Comes ready for wall mounting
- Will accept 4-ply mat board
- Mixed media: Kuskokwim driftwood mask, turkey and guinea hen feathers and acrylic paint on heavy duty watercolor paper
3D ART FULFILLMENT:
Preorder Information for original 3D Art: Each 3D artwork is hand-carved, painted, and dried over a careful 2-day process to ensure the drying, uniqueness and fine quality of every original piece. Orders typically ship on the second or third day, depending on the time the preorder is placed and frame size availability. Shipping is handled through USPS Priority Mail, and a tracking number will be provided for your convenience. Please note: Bethel does not offer Express Mail service, so all orders will be sent via Priority Mail.
Waniwatang Spirit Dancer 3D Art
Waniwatang Spirit Dancer – The vision that sparked it all In a dream that reshaped my life, he appeared — the figure who unknowingly ignited my passion for three-dimensional art in 1996.
I stood engulfed in pitch-black silence. Then came a gentle drumbeat, subtle as a pulse. With each beat, a flicker of light pulsed outward, expanding like breath until a masked dancer emerged from within its glow. His movements grew wild and rhythmic—arms flailing, with earthshaking feet pounding to the rising tempo, surrounded by bursts of lightening as if the void itself had come alive.
Then—everything stopped. A charged stillness held the air in silence. He towered above me; arms stretched outward to the unknown and declared “Waniwatang — Here it is!” His declaration echoed loudly in all directions and sent chills down my spine. Little did I know he would appear in humble scrap soapstone flat masks with ivory eyes and watercolor dancers, with simple oak frames from Costco.
