The Reservoir Kiamika is the haunting reality of a northern Laurentian land aggressed by dams and clear-cuts. Its shores are strewn with huge silvery dead trees and its bays filled with clans of amputated stumps. It is a land scarred by the dark side of the history of this country. Many decades later, the new forest around the lake reveals the process of a place that is slowly healing and regenerating.


Since my first visit in the late seventies, Kiamika has pulled and penetrated me as only a wild and mysterious place can. I sensed in this land an inexplicable kindred spirit... and so I named her La Dama de Kiamika. I carried out a series of boat/camping expeditions to this solitary site to explore this relationship with place through a series of on-site works.

I imagined the twisted pieces of dead wood as the witnesses and survivors and storytellers of Kiamika. Wrapping and unwrapping, bandaging and unbandaging these forest remnants with cloth became a symbolic gesture evocative of my tie with the wilderness, a gesture that juxtaposed its previous history of intentional flooding and logging.

The expeditions became the prelude to two exhibitions of the same name that reflected the experience.