On a boat off of Parrsboro
I live in a fantastically beautiful part of the world but so much of it I never get to see. It is amazing.
Last week I took a boat across the Bay of Fundy. It was the first time I had ever been out on that water and I saw the area in a new way.
The cliffs were carved out of stone. I saw the inspiration for native totem poles. How they were carved out in big masculine chunks. It surprised me so much.
It was so beautiful that sometimes I welled up in tears. I could not believe my eyes.
It made me realize how much I have not seen right in my own area. The gold lichen on the rocks looked like someone painted it. Nature is a work of art. A shockingly beautiful one.
You would think I would be inspired to come home and hook the cliffs but it was not that simple. It just was more of an all around inspiration. I came home lighter, happier.
I came home feeling stronger because I was less afraid of the sea.
I had ridden between the islands off of Blomidon.
While I was out there I thought of my father and grandfather who had ridden around in boats so easily. I rarely do.
Inspiration is a kind of fullness. It is not direct.
I don't want to hook blomidon any more than I ever did. I just want to create, something, anything.
- Deanne Fitzpatrick