Creative Spaces – a Photo Essay

Our Guest Blog this month is a photographic essay with text by Dee Lysak and photos by Wanda Kabel-Easton.

 

The still images are shared in black and white. They represent a mapping of cultural spaces – up and down the King’s Highway #71, in the Township of Sioux Narrows-Nestor Falls.  Rural and remote communities and the people that reside there, alongside of their urban counterparts, are living through a once-in-a-lifetime global health pandemic. This photo essay explores the sad reality of so many spaces that are  shuttered, indefinitely. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

black & white photo - the outdoor stage for the Moose & Fiddle Festival, a wooden structure with a roof and no floor or sides

I sit empty. Vacant. Waiting. Wood beams, pine boards, asphalt shingles. The quiet surrounds me.

This summer – the woodland friends kept me company. The blue heron in the reeds on Caliper Lake. The blue jays. Nuthatches.  Jackrabbits.  The sounds are familiar, yet others are missing.

I am purpose built. I am an outdoor stage for the Moose n’ Fiddle Music Festival. I need musicians: singer-songwriters, guitar players, drummers. I miss the audience. Where has everyone gone?

 

 

 

 

black & white photo of a boat exhibit. a small speed boat is left with a sign in front of it with a fish and writing on it - the writing is not erasable, other exhibits are in the background to the right

Imagine. Tables and chairs. A painter’s workshop.  Folk art. Tyler Boyle. Bridge & Falls Creative Residency. A potter. A writer. A playwright. A geologist. A reading. Artist talkback.

People entering. Take your seat. People. All walks of life. Indigenous. Non-Indigenous. Young and old. The lights dim. A live performance of AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY OF THE ANISHINAABE by Ian Ross. Performed by Ian Ross and James Durham. Laughter. Applause. Cold brew coffee. Pastries. Q+A. Conversation.

In the here and now, all alone. Waiting. Patiently. For the next act. For friends to come again. Enter. Exit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

black& white photo - a wooden and glass structure sits on the edge of a hill, forest behind it

Wood. Light. Air. Sun. Wind. Rain. 

I am ON THE ROCK. I am the inspiration. Artist-centred. To work. To create. To take deep dives into artistic practices. Creative minds. Come and go. The window opens. The cool breeze rushes in.  Poet’s linger. Laptops. iPhones. Pencils. Paper. Voices. Movement. Artists play.

I am ON THE ROCK. I am transformed. I am a satellite performance space. Playing now. 14 Chairs. Pop up performance. First set: Charlie Madden and Jake Blosser.  The music echoes over the Canadian Shield. Sitting here at the head of a trail.  In the deep, dark woods. Twilight is upon us. The moon rises.  

When will we meet again? Soon, I hope. 

 

 

 

 

black & white photo - a covered wooden pavilion sits on a hill. tress surround it. picnic tables are inside of it

Summer picnics. Let’s break bread together. BBQ, grills are fired up. Smokers: hickory, applewood, mesquite. In my mind’s eye. Coolers are everywhere. A buffet table.  Red + white checkerboard cover.  Side dishes. Cold salads. Condiments. Families. Aunts and Uncles. Grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, cousins. Friends.

On the lawn. Children play: hopscotch; red rover, red rover; duck, duck, goose.  Minnow races.  Dogs on and off leashes.  Beach towels. Clouds roll in. Thunder and lighting. Rainbows. Campfires. S’mores.  Sing-alongs. Ghost stories. 

Art in the Park?  Crafters. Displays. People roaming. Wifi on. Bags filled. Transaction approved. 

Shelter in place? Am I now redundant?  Do I still exist? Without living – breathing human beings, I am just a shell.

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