A carved antelope pipe of the Sioux Lakota, from the upper Missouri in the 1860s, worn dark by a lifetime of handling and smoke. What its surface tells you, and what an old inscription reading Sitting Bull cannot.

In 1992, I spent a stormy evening at Maui Pomare's sheep ranch outside Wellington. What followed was one of the most meaningful conversations I have ever had about art, ownership, culture, and responsibility.