When I was a boy my parents built a house. During the build, it was discovered that the site had been a longhouse village of Algonquin Natives. Our house was being built on what was said to be a burial ground. McMaster University organized a dig and pulled many artifacts out of our backyard. Once they were satisfied, they allowed the house to be built, and we moved in. My Dad was intrigued by the history, and he built two sieves from wire and a wood frame, in order to conduct our own ‘investigation’ of the ancient site. My memories are of spending many days in the back yard, digging holes, sifting dirt, and pulling all types of things from the soil. I remember we had two bags filled with broken pottery, handfuls of chipped and broken arrow heads, and one day we came upon our crown jewel: a tobacco pipe. We actually found it in two pieces in two different spots…and sure enough, the pieces fit together perfectly.
For Christmas this year, I took the choice artifacts that my Dad had kept in his drawer all these years and brought them into my studio. I built a shadowbox and mounted the best of the best so that he could finally display them in the house.
Good to finally have the project come to a close.
Quartersawn white oak, African blackwood, silverwire, canvas, mat board, artifacts