Survivors Song
Composed by: Lyz Jaakola and Sara Curtiss
Performed by: Oshkii Giizhik Singers
Sarah and Lyz wrote and performed this song with the Oshkii Giizhik Singers. The song comes as the culmination of the 20-minute sound loop. The version used here is from their 2010 album, "It Is a New Day for Love".
Traffick: sound / moving pictures
by: Kathy McTavish
Footage and sound recordings taken on an Amtrak train from St. Paul to Malta, MT. This train passes through Fargo, Williston and Fort Berthold sharing / yielding the tracks to the endless cargo shipping to and from the fracking zones.
Metamorphosis: poems and voice
by: Sheila Packa
The poems evoke the environmental artist Ana Mendieta, the perpetual movement of trains, the exploitation of resources and metamorphosis of minerals into steel, and the Persephone myth of loss and transformation.
Loom: 3D
by: Erika Mock
Torn sheets, fiber, taut lines ...
^ people
(in alphabetical order)
Sarah Curtiss
Sarah Curtiss has been working for Mending the Sacred Hoop since 2009. In her work with the coalition, Sarah trains tribal and urban programs on the unique issues Native women face around domestic violence and trains programs on how to work with survivors from a holistic cultural perspective. Sarah is on the Circle Keepers/ Board of Directors for the Minnesota Indian Women’s Sexual Assault Coalition, and sits on varies committees across the state of Minnesota addressing violence against women. As a member of the Oshkii Giizhik Singers, a women’s traditional hand drum group, Sarah incorporates Ojibwe traditions and encourages Native women to use their voices in their communities in an effort to organize to end violence against Native women and children. But Sarah feels that her most fulfilling role is that of being a mother to her beautifully energetic three year old son Allan.
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Lyz Jaakola
Elizabeth "Lyz" Jaakola is a musician and educator, and an enrolled member of the Fond du Lac band of Lake Superior Ojibwe in Cloquet, MN. She teaches music education and American Indian studies at Fond du Lac Tribal and Community College.
She performs and composes in many styles and genres including traditional Anishinaabe music, jazz, blues and opera.
She has performed as close to home as Duluth, MN and as far as Rome, Italy for the Rome Opera Festival, while her Native-based compositions have also been heard on radio and television. She has arranged many Native pieces for solo and choral performance.
She is directs the Oshkii Giizhik Singers.
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Kathy McTavish
Kathy is a cellist, composer, and multimedia artist. In live performance, installation and online environments, she blends improvisational cello, data, text, abstract, layered moving images, bowed metal, wire, the after-ring of bells, reed, voice, machinery, ghost-like harmonics. Her recent work has focused on creating generative methods for building multichannel video and sound environments.
Kathy has a background in cello performance, mathematics, ecology and software development. The confluence of these disciplines informs her work as a composer and multimedia artist. She creates orchestrations of sound, light, and color. As both a musician and a mathematician, she is fascinated by multi-threaded, dynamical systems and chance-infused, emergent patterns. As a queer artist she is interested in the ways we construct personal stories / myths and the infinite, bendable between.
Erika Mock
Erika Mock is a Swiss-born award winning textile artist, boundary seeker, maker, owner of Textiles for Body and Soul.
Her installation weavings express interconnectedness. They use filaments, cords, yarns, and torn discarded clothing to explore identity, boundaries, embodiment (absence and presence), and the invisible stories still present in the cloth.
They are suspended offerings to place and person.
“I see fiber as the basic element that connects us organically and symbolically to each other and our precious planet. The patterns, cycles, emotional patina are a vital plexus of threads that tatter, fray, knit, weave a community. From plant and animal fibers to our very bodies of hair, skin, sinew, bone and heart; we are all raw material immersed in the mystery of life.”
Erika's studio is housed in Superior's Artspace, the Trade and Commerce Marketplace and she lives in a renovated caboose in the Woodlands of NW WI.
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Tina Olson (On Owa Zitgdna Wiya)
Tina has worked on issues surrounding domestic violence for over 25 years. As Director for Mending the Sacred Hoop Inc. she has organized such domestic violence trainings as Law Enforcement, Building A Coordinated Response and Creating a Process of Change for Men Who Batter. She has taken various roles in the work to end violence in the Duluth community, working as a women’s advocate and men’s group facilitator, group facilitator for women who are arrested, as well as one of the original founding mothers of Mending the Sacred Hoop’s coordinated response in Carlton and St. Louis Counties. Tina is the proud mother of four daughters who are all working in helping field careers, law, social work, nursing and a college student studying to become a teacher. She is also grandmother of nine grandchildren and lives with her partner in Duluth.
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Sheila Packa
Sheila Packa’s recent book Night Train Red Dust: Poems of the Iron Range was described by the Minneapolis Star Tribune as "part poetry and part documentary."" Her books explore migration, immigration, change and metamorphosis in northern wilderness and industrial landscapes. She grew up south of Biwabik, once the location of eleven underground iron mines, and has worked in a taconite plant. She spent several years as a mental health social worker specializing in women’s issues. She was Duluth’s Poet Laureate 2010-2012.
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Jessica Tillman
Jessica Tillman grew up in the small rural town of Barnum, MN. She moved to Duluth right after high school, attending Lake Superior College and the University of Wisconsin Superior. Jessica worked in the hospitality industry and college radio at KUWS before becoming Duluth Mayor Don Ness's administrative assistant in 2010. She currently serves as a board member of the Program for Aid to Victims of Sexual Assault (PAVSA) and facilitates the Duluth Public Arts Commission.
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Metamorphosis (from Night Train Red Dust)
I woke as if on a dark
platform, everything departed.
Raining in the windows
into my sleep
stars or moon or mist,
revolving.
I’ve travelled far,
the train erases its tracks.
It is not as if I did not know this —
away
is a drifting continent
stone of an iron mountain.
I turn toward it
as if my body were all voices
silenced and listening to the dark.
In the beginning
separation
day from night and water from sky
now me
the way of all things.
The hands are feathers
now
they can not grasp or hold
anything but wind.
Spilled (from Cloud Birds)
for Ana Mendieta
so light
the trembling of leaves
in the water’s mirror
shadow of your contour
shoulder on shore
line of tree your spine
so dark
the stones depth cold hip
I trace the root
in the earth’s script
where you’ve cast runes
written yourself in blood
or feathers spilled and mud
taken up with gunpowder
returned what never returns
to the continent or your hands
memory of fire
that cast its spark
into the vast body giving birth
and reaching
the branch that breaks
beneath the feet
drew yourself upon a leaf
falling
from a tree or upper story
lost with certainty
the perfect execution—
self was never the answer
only earth
Road (from Cloud Birds)
I was a road
traveling destinations
not my own
an escape, an exit, a promise
bringer of bridges
a story with no clear beginning
or end increased by telling
I was the merging
and lulled plenitude
with semaphore and symbol
amid miles
leading and following
opening and opening
a route of oncoming lights
rain and brakes and radio waves
way of anonymous occupants
lost in reality
crossed by the wild and invisible
not home but alternate
not vision
but place of daydream and collision
Immersion (from Echo & Lightning)
resist
break without breaking
flow along invisible scores
course between continuous
ends, begin
resist
touch, touch, turn
over the same skin
body around body
body of sky
body of iron
body of toss and turn
of shallow and deep
body of broken things
mud and weeds
cold and heat
body of minerals and salts
cells and sleep
body of shadows
obsessions
of work and play
fall, go over
body
of birds in flight
*
heat without body
left in the breath
light without bone
shadow without night
given for deep exchange
ache by ache
birds fly through her
hands and feet
now on her knees
cold without stars
anchored adrift
deep without sides
rain without reach
rivers that either
hold or sweep
fall through her ribcage
fall from the sky
drift into sleep
*
snow reaches
into my body
exhales into wing
crosses rivers that split
and divide
night and its dreams
falls into dark rings
black veins
roots taut strings
in the half light
descends stairs without end
every day rises
from night's edge
comes through the gate
given to season or wind or age
disappears from the hand
in the next world received
(mary magdalene)
I poured the oil
to empty the vessel
(so much has been said)
and myself poured
until I was empty
like anyone
who needed an opening
to have a door, a solitude, a place
where I was alone
silence had a voice
that could be spoken for
would only give if I could give
would not speak
unless I sheltered it
the empty place
gave all I could
came and was not turned away
death the stone poured out
in the middle passage
where weight turned into light
and I was taken into language
Pour (from Cloud Birds)
I dance on the Divide
run against gravity
and translate the dead.
Tuesday carried me off
and sky came looking with birds.
The world reversed
and the river went the other way.
On the rapids
words flow forward —
words go back.
One deep winter in the north
it rained all day
until the ice broke free.
Maybe the star
that fell into me
the red coal
unknowingly sent the waves
away from shore,
upside down
to the old forces
that churn the molten sea.
I was iron and under siege.
Tuesday poured me out
in clouds of smoke and steam
cast me into steel beams.
The Road to Williston was conceived as part of the Creative Community Leadership Institute (CCLI) run by Intermedia Arts and funded by the Bush Foundation. Karis Thompson, Community Engagement Liaison at the Plains Art Museum was a CCLI mentor for this early phase of the project. Tina Olson, Jessica Tillman, Kathy McTavish, Sheila Packa, Erika Mock and Sarah Curtiss were all part of the CCLI cohort in the Twin Ports.
Gimaajii Mino-Bimaadiziyaan (Together we are beginning a good life) is run by the American Indian Community Housing Organization. Situated in a historic building in downtown Duluth, Gimaajii provides 29 housing units for individuals and families who are homeless or who are precariously housed. The Gimaajii Gathering Place includes 13 office and community meeting spaces, an art gallery, a gymnasium, and the HOPE clinic staffed by the students from the University of Minnesota, Duluth School of Medicine. Tina moved the offices of Mending the Sacred Hoop there last year. Gimaajii has been very important for our project in that they generously house our meetings, Tina's offices are located there and the rest of us are involved often in creative projects that happen in the community space. They warmly supported our work.
Travel support was generously provided by Luke Chiropractic of Superior Wisconsin.
Equipment funding was provided in part by the Arrowhead Regional Arts Council through the arts and cultural heritage fund as appropriated by the Minnesota State Legislature with money from the Legacy Amendment vote of the people of Minnesota on November 4, 2008. Thank you Minnesota!