Glittering waters with melding hues of gold, violet, and emerald lay witness to the rising lunar orb as the lake’s inhabitants marvel at the spectacle before them. Do not take the beauty of the moment for granted but spread your wings and rejoice in the privilege of your occupancy. Urge those who are not as attentive to the fragility of the land to awaken and respect all who dwell in the Iridescent moonlight.
Back to the Artwork pageGlittering waters with melding hues of gold, violet, and emerald lay witness to the rising lunar orb as the lake’s inhabitants marvel at the spectacle before them. Do not take the beauty of the moment for granted but spread your wings and rejoice in the privilege of your occupancy. Urge those who are not as attentive to the fragility of the land to awaken and respect all who dwell in the Iridescent moonlight.
I hear the world differently than you. Visual cues present themselves, and guide me in ways unknown to most. I hear rustling leaves through oscillating shimmer, as they dance to an East wind’s command. The splash of a Northern Pike delights me, as ripples radiate then fade to still waters. A loon’s crimson eyes rise and fall in royal splendour, as its lonely call brushes my soul. Night falls as ashen shadows and azure skies cloak reflective silence. All who bear witness unite in my world. I am not alone in the presence of the night birch.
Cooling air breathes life into all who rest by her shores. Waves ripples and crest in a primordial rhythm that sculpts red sands into serpentine sketches.
On April 12, 1980 an artificial limb was dipped in St. John’s Harbour, and a quixotic adventure had begun.
A man weaves tales of this land through poetry and song. Senses are awakened by images of past glory, as well as those of immeasurable pain. Challenges are whispered, to all who will listen, from frail limbs and foreboding eyes. Chanie Wenjack’s secret path jolts us into uncomfortable realizations of historical disconnects, and untold misery on the tip of a Raven’s wing. Pearls of wisdom, spoken by a sister, seek a different world through truth and reconciliation. We are all connected to someone, as Gord is to Chanie. Follow the examples of those who came before us, and seek the strength to facilitate change. Let us dance for healing under the moonlight on ashes of love. All is possible with the promise and power of courage.