|Quester on a questpedition.|
|Looking high and low. Lichen beauties.|
|The quester--hero--must find|
the magic potion or cure, to
bring back to the people.
|K.I. Sawyer Community Center fun.|
|Showing the kids "the BIG picture" |
of artist-in-residences past.
The words and art came at first were planned. But they were too predictable. Then the more I got out and away, images and words seemed to fall into place. The land spoke to me. The wind, ever constant (the cottage is named "Breezy Point"). Then somewhere between the flashing red darter dragonflies and sun-bathing painted turtles, I heard my voice. My voice filled the pages of my newly purchased and redesigned sketchbook. This would be a different book, an art book, a book for teens, adults. A story, a meditation--on life--through the eyes of a wolf and young girl. A kind of writing I had not done in a long, long time. It was exciting. The words and art became fresh and I was excited how they fell onto the pages.
How does one bottle the experiences of an artist-in-residence questpedition? They engage all of their senses and record in word and picture--then share it. A sketchbook becomes the magic, elixir, potion that heals and inspires. This treasure that the quester finds and brings back to the village, cures the people and themselves in the act of sharing the gift. So I share my bit of U.P. autumn A.I.R.with you.
|Grand Island view from Sand Point.|
|Laughing Whitefish Falls. Can you hear the whitefish?|
|Morning Rainbow from the deck!|
|Evening autumnal meal overlooking Martin Lake.|
|Falling Rock Cafe & Books is an amazing place to spend the day!|
|The collaged cover of my sketchbook "dummy". |
Ephemera from my surroundings, poetry, drawings.
|Tracks at the top of Laughing Whitefish Falls|
The crowning experience, the seal of a mission accomplished. Oh, to bottle the rainbow colors, the flashing aurora, the crunch of dry lichen, the splash of bass leaping among lily pad, the whoosh of wings from the bald eagle overhead, the plop of turtles sliding off the abandoned beaver lodge at my approach.
But that sound, that wolf song. Ah, to bottle that wildness of spirit. This--this is what I must try to capture not only in my art book but the art book to be donated to the LLF. A gathering of elements to inspire writing and literacy in Michigan. My work has begun, my questpedition is complete.
|Last paddle on the lake in front of the cottage.|
|Sketch of Place. Field notes of my visit.|