{"id":4597,"date":"2016-11-06T13:59:03","date_gmt":"2016-11-06T13:59:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.siteandinsight.com\/?p=4597"},"modified":"2016-11-06T13:59:03","modified_gmt":"2016-11-06T13:59:03","slug":"remembering-the-dead","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/remembering-the-dead\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering the Dead"},"content":{"rendered":"

With Remembrance Day fast approaching, I’m remembering people who were important in my life and looking at how the Memory Posts I painted in their honour\u00a0are faring.<\/p>\n

The inspiration\u00a0for my Memory Posts came from a visit to the National Gallery of Australia and its\u00a0Memorial Hall. \u00a0Created by indigenous artists from Central Arnhem Land in Australia’s Northern Territory, The Aboriginal Memorial is an installation of 200 hollow log bone coffins.<\/p>\n

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Photo courtesy of the National Gallery of Australia. The curving path represents the Glyde River in central Arnhem Land. The poles are placed along the river according to their specific homeland.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Walking the curving path that leads through this forest of\u00a0painted logs was an overwhelmingly emotional experience. The hollow logs were beautiful objects in themselves, intricately painted in a traditional cross-hatch pattern that makes the designs shimmer and sing. More than that, though, was the symbolism. Covered with totemic patterns meaningful to the clan from which they came, the two hundred logs represent the 200 years from the first year of European settlement in 1788 to Australia’s bicentennial in1988 when the memorial was\u00a0installed.\u00a0Together they \u00a0tell a\u00a0story of transition and regeneration. They celebrate life while remembering the past.<\/p>\n

I visited this Memorial Hall several months after my father died in 2006, at the age of 90. Seeing the painted logs inspired me and I wondered\u00a0if I could honour him and his life in a similar way. The prospect\u00a0was daunting but I decided to try.<\/p>\n

It took me many hours over many months to paint my father’s\u00a0memory post. I didn’t rush, I relished the time spent remembering him. \u00a0A pine tree about 16 feet tall had been cut down a few weeks before I began and I decided to use half of it for his post. With the Australian hollow logs in mind, I covered the pine bark\u00a0with a complex pattern of dots and lines, symbols that spoke of him and of Virginia where he grew up. When the post was finished, I put it in the garden among a forest of ferns.<\/p>\n

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I used colours that reminded me of Australia and a similar dotted style but the patterns recalled my father and Virginia.<\/p><\/div>\n

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It was early spring when we installed the post, and the ground was still cold with patches of snow. Over the summer the post became a destination. I walked past it almost daily, pausing for a moment to trace a pattern and to remember. In winter the post brought\u00a0colour to a cold, white world.<\/p>\n

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I think that the cap of snow sitting on top of his Memory Post would have made my father laugh — he grew up outside a small Virginia town called Snowville.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The following spring\u00a0I erected a second post in honour of my brother-in-law. Since he and my father were good friends, I used the other half of the pine tree that I used for my father’s and put the two posts close together, near a rock that anchored them in place.<\/p>\n

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A rock marked with the first letter of the alphabet determined\u00a0the location of the two memory posts. It seemed appropriate since from my beginning my father was with me.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The two posts are very different in spirit. I painted my father’s post with sorrow, my brother-in-law’s I painted with anger — he was much too young when he died. \u00a0I gouged out the wood, burned the cuts and added touches of blood red in the incisions. But almost by chance, the gouges seemed to smile and dance with life, as he had.<\/p>\n

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My father’s post is in the foreground, my brother-in-law’s in the background.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The posts have weathered now. A few years ago, the bark began to lift and fall off. What to do became a question. I thought about protecting the posts in some way — putting them into glass cases perhaps, or removing the bark and repainting the posts entirely.<\/p>\n

I decided to do nothing. Left to the elements, the posts would complete a cycle, rotting to enrich the earth.<\/p>\n

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If I had removed the bark and painted directly on the trunk, the patterns would have remained longer.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Ten years later, the painted portions of the posts have almost disappeared. Traces remain around the knotholes where\u00a0branches grew and occasionally I’ll find a piece of painted bark on the ground. But now from a distance it is hard to pick out the memory posts\u00a0from the living trees that surround\u00a0them.<\/p>\n

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Paint adheres still to some parts of the trunk.<\/p><\/div>\n

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That isn’t the case with the third Memory Post, painted to remember a sister-in-law. Instead of pine, I used cedar for her post, and stripped the bark before I began to paint. The design is totally different as well — she loved turquoise and peachy salmon so her post uses both colours on a background of gold.<\/p>\n

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This Memory Post stands in the same section of the fern forest but at some distance from the other two.<\/p><\/div>\n

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It also includes strands of \u00a0jewellery and seashells I collected on a beach in Florida where I was staying when she died.<\/p>\n

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The paint is thick and textured on this post, unlike the smooth dotted patterns on the posts of the two men.<\/p><\/div>\n

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I hesitated before using mirrors on this third Memory Post, fearing they would be seen as signs of vanity, particularly on a post painted in honour of a woman. I included them, though, because I wanted to connect anyone looking at the post to the world around them. Reflected in the small mirrored circles, passers-by see themselves within their surroundings, not separated from nature but a part of it.<\/p>\n

Because I stripped the bark and painted directly on\u00a0the cedar tree trunk, my sister-in-law’s Memory Post is weathering more slowly than the other two. But after eight years it too is showing signs of age.<\/p>\n

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On an autumn day, the gold post blends into the golden tones of fallen leaves.<\/p><\/div>\n

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Fading paint does not mean fading memories. Those remain as strong as ever. Like the aboriginal tradition that inspired them, these posts represent the spirit of people who were important in my life and their presence in the woods today keeps that spirit alive.<\/p>\n

November 11 is called Remembrance Day throughout the Commonwealth countries. It is called Veterans Day in the United States. \u00a0It is also my birthday and the day that my mother died, six years ago.<\/p>\n

For the last six months I’ve been working on her memorial. It isn’t a post, it is a section of the garden that I’ve named the Upper Room. I hope to complete it before winter comes. But if it takes until spring, that will be fine with me. The point isn’t to finish, it is to remember.<\/p>\n

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Who will\u00a0you be remembering on Remembrance Day?<\/p>\n

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