Holidays are coming, a joy we always reserve for summers end. By the time we return, it will be Autumn, both officially and and seasonally. While we enjoy sunshine, and moderate warmth, we also enjoy cool weather and waves smashing on rocks. To get to such things, we travel the Trans Canada Hwy 17 through Sudbury and Sault Ste. Marie north to Lake Superior Provincial Park. While I only see it once per year, this landscape is never far from my mind, and I often find myself roaming there in thoughts and dreams. Lake Superior has a pull and a power that goes far beyond the physical realm. This is a place where a Christian can believe in the power Nanaboozhoo, and an atheist feels compelled to make offerings to Gods. It is hard when under it’s spell not to believe in spirits of the earth, the air, and especially water, as all things on the coast are shaped by the power of the lake.
I’ve done some strange things that leave lasting memories, like one midnight were I sat on a stone beach and scraped a sign into a stone and with it tossed a part of my soul into Superiors waters. Ever since, I’ve felt like a piece of me was left behind, and whatever the distance my connection to this place remains unbroken. That this defies logic makes no difference; there is no place for logic in dreams and imaginings.
Image: Top. 4x6” wave study, watercolour using masking frisket resist, overpainted with fine sand & matt acrylic gel, finished with colour pencil.
Below: linocut print T-shirts all drying in the sun so that they will be ready to wear ‘up North’. Distortions due to draping. (letterboxes, scroll carefully and stop at the first hint of blue if you don’t want a spoiler of the Voyageur letterbox image). As you can see from the motifs, Lake Superior is never far from my mind.