Andrew Wright

Artist

Martha of the North

Linda and I went to the Ottawa Premiere of Martha of the North last night.  I met Martha Flaherty on the plane en route to Iqaluit in April.  I was struck by her infectious personality, her joie de vivre, and her quick wit.  She seemed to have a certain child-like impishness that was utterly charming.  She told me she was the subject of an NFB film called Martha of the North.  

The film chronicles her childhood experience of being relocated from Inukjuak in northern Québec 2000 km north to Grise Fiord (Aujuittuq, "place that never thaws") on Ellesmere Island in 1953--the most northerly point of human habitation in Canada. In order to claim sovereignty over arctic lands the Federal Government attempted to populate the far North with "Eskimos" that were apparently already used to the extreme and harsh conditions. Inuit families were lured with false promises of a better life, plentiful game for food, and an option to return after two years. They were told that family groups would be kept together.  Predictably, none of this was true.  Martha, only 5 at the time, and her family were essentially left to starve with little resources to help, living in a canvas tent and enduring inhuman hardships in order to survive.  Many didn't.  The film weaves footage from Robert Flaherty's Nanook of the North and is a beautifully tragic reminiscence that sheds important light on what is arguably one of the worst human rights violations ever perpetrated by the Federal Government.  Only after 37 years were families permitted to return home (1990!!).  To this day only meagre financial reparations have been made and the Government has yet to apologize.

Below is a pic of the Q&A after the film with Martha, director Marquise Lepage, and Executive Producer Monique Simard.  An Inuit woman spoke in tribute to Rynee, Martha's 80-year-old mother who was also in attendance. She spoke only in Inuktitut but despite the language barrier the pain of the trauma and the affirmation of having survived was clearly understood.  I don't think there was a dry eye in the house.
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The film is available for sale at the NFB website here: http://www2.nfb.ca/boutique/XXNFBibeCCtpItmDspRte.jsp?formatid=57509&lr_ecode=collection&minisite=10000&respid=22372

 

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Home Again

Four days is both too long and not long enough.  Not long enough since I realized I missed the opening of a PhotoVoice exhibition at the Museum as well as the opportunity to speak with the Elders who hold court every afternoon between 1 and 5. Not long enough also since after 2 glorious nights of utterly perfect weather a thick fog descended preventing me from seeing more than a few meters ahead and depositing my lenses with freezing condensation.  Too long because 4 days without seeing Lucy, Sam, and Linda is as painful as the lonely isolation of the arctic seen from the air.

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The monument that would commemorate the founding of Iqaluit

After having established Frobisher Bay (Iqaluit) in 1942, the American military left in 1963, as ICBMs diminished the strategic value of the DEW line and Arctic airbases.  The dumping ground for their spent vehicles still remains almost 50 years later.  Strangely enough, this feels less like a blight, and more like a monument.  The sculptural qualities--particular as they are offset by the snow and sky--are undeniable.  Bits of twisted metal, slowly degrading and returning to iron oxide warn against the folly of segregationist and overly protective foreign policy.  Perhaps this is really why they called it the Cold War.

  

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Time and Space Stand Still

Tommy and I went out across the Tundra again.  Night never really came.  

In Iqaluit no one ever seems to know what time it is.  The digital clock radio in my room shows whatever time it feels appropriate.  10 mintutes ago is was 3:30am. Now it reads 9:38pm.  Normally this would be terribly destabilizing, but here it makes a kind of sense.  The glow from the sun circled the horizon so now there's no direction either.

Tommy wanted to paint the landscape with the light from his snowmobile so I've included two of his images of what may be the world's first examples of Ski-doo art...along with a portrait of the artist with his dog, Kimmiq.  Lastly is an image outside my door when I got back at 2:30am. The sun was rising in the North.

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Frobisher Bay

Sunset lasted for 2.5 hours.  Here's a hastily assembled panorama shot at about 10pm tonight.  The days get longer by 6 minutes each day.  Sunrise tomorrow is at 3:33am.  Click download to see it in a separate window--then mouse over until you see the magnifier, then click.  This will give you maximum size.

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Waste Management in Iqaluit

It's hard not to feel like an environmental activist whenever one comes across a scene that is worthy of treatment by Ed Burtynsky.  A visit to any dump invariably stirs feelings of disgust, guilt, outrage and shame.  Our garbage is a complex problem everywhere. But there is an especially diabolical edge to Iqaluit's dump. Perhaps it is because of the particular poignancy of this blight on what we assume to be last of the pristine landscapes. Or maybe it is because it seems there is no organizational plan or strategy to address the future here.  Or maybe it is because in addition to the already dangerous mountains of trash, there is raw sewage being pumped in from somewhere. Maybe it is the many resident ravens.  Perhaps it is because of the dump's invisibility--to both the South and the town itself. Maybe it's the remains of Caribou and other quarry that are so ubiquitous you are unsure what is beneath your feet.  It could be the stench of garbage and death that permeates the air despite the cold. Or maybe it is because the site is used as the killing field for the town's stray dogs.  It was surprising the rapidity with which the by-law enforcement officer dispatched the 2 purebred huskies she had in the back of her truck with a 12-gauge (there was no question that these dogs knew what was going on).

 
The dump does have a reputation as a scavenger's mecca.  I ran into Keigan, Nick, J.J. and Anthony--four high school students who scored an almost new couch.  And it does employ at least 3 local Inuit including Kyle who was happy to show me around.  Cold comfort I fear.
 

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Back to Nunavut...

I had lunch yesterday with filmmaker John Houston.  It was his father, James Houston, who brought Inuit art to the world in the 1950s.  John spent his early childhood in Cape Dorset and the North and its people have been an obsession for him ever since.  I discovered that he worked on the film Never Cry Wolf and was the producer for The Snow Walker (2003) in addition to writing and directing a spate of his own films.  His latest film, The White Archer, is based on a children's book that his father wrote. There's some more info here: http://houston-north-gallery.ns.ca.  Off to the airport...
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Posted May 11, 2010 by email