A Visit To Alert Bay

I hadn’t been back for 35 years; since that first time when the shy young man offered me a gift of a silver, shimmering salmon. I remember how grateful I was to receive the small piece of art.

At that time I knew nothing of residential schools or discrimination. Now, I know so much more.

I have always loved the art. The shapes and form are unique in the world. The colours used are distinct. The craftsmanship, evident.

The accompanying magic, mysticism, and stories are captivating; place-based versions of something vaguely familiar.

This art; the art of The First Nations People, touches me so deeply that my soul sings along.

I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to visit Alert Bay and it’s people’s art once more and I can’t wait to return!

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