Susan Turcot’s Blog

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leaving tadoussac after 4 months after confinement began

As we leave, I worry about loosing the connection to rocks, water, and plants, creatures in this extraordinary landscape where we have been since the start of confinement.
I am tethered in by both floating and taught threads to the locations where I drew, the places spent in observation, listening, seeing, and finding active awareness of relationships between, for example, a birch and their surrounding moss beds, or twisting cedars growing out of rock bases, touching the fjord, where beluga pods gently open the surface of the water; white mounds rising, flashing like the birch trees in moonlight.
I am not loosing 'here', but anchored to these places, the complex and precise relationships found there, held and woven into the time of there, accessible anywhere, anytime. A line that extends from the body right back down to that rock where the listening and drawing happened and where with my spine curved into that cedar.
Departures and arrivals.

*( works in the early 90's: threads taught accross rooms, threads decending from the ceiling changing the perception of space, 2 tiny sculpted heads joined by a taught thread accross the room where to draw the line
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boundaries

Boundaries are never lines they are a multitude of forms meeting one another. In drawing these trees I am struck by how every section of the tree is in relation to a multitude of ever more relationships: ecosystems, insects, mosses, lichen etc. The trees form emerges through the observation of its surrounding spaces.

footprints in the snow

Tracks in the snow show how busy it is here, hares, birds, linxs, squirrels, deer, dogs, and no human tracks until my feet arrive. I take note: how to make new tracks together, quietly, not one set of tracks is greater or lesser. The impact we have made obliterating the journeys of so many living beings is heavy, how can our footprints become lighter?

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