EL CAMINO DE SANTIAGO DE COMPOSTELA

LA FLECHA AMARILLA

A SERIES OF WORKS BASED ON MY PILGRIMAGE

I spent 6 weeks walking the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, 'the way of St James following the stars', across Spain. Painted yellow arrows in many forms are the only guide. There are no maps to tell one to take a right after passing 3 vineyards on the left. The yellow arrows mark the path, through the mountains, through cow pastures, through the grain fields. Arrows are placed on walls, on trees, on rocks in the path. Occasionally, a scallop shell marker will confirm that you are on the right path. This series is based on these waymarks. It is in honour of the many people dedicated to maintaining the arrows for all peregrinos.
Tinúviel


part 1:
baptism
in
salmon
falls
river
 

In Portomarín, I was unable to sleep. I had visions of artwork I needed to make. When I returned, I followed the instructions I received from the Rio Miño. I took paper and brush to the Salmon Falls river. I put the paper in water, I found some dirt near the rocks. I walked up the bank and found some hay that I brought indoors. The hay, dirt and water mingled while I waited. Corn, plastic. Memories of drenching rain and sleet, treasuring every plastic bag in hopes it would keep ones socks dry, ones belongings inside the pack, everything became wrapped in plastic.


part 2:
asphaltum
and
forest
 

Many days we walked for a significant time on the carreterra or smaller roads. One day on a concrete sidewalk running through the vineyards, another day through woods bordered with blackberry brambles on concrete molded to look like flagstones. These days the feet were severely tested. Climbing a mountain was easier than kilometres of unending hard flatness. The repetition of the foot called blisters to tender spots. The muscles ached. Then the contrast of single file paths through the woods. What a delight for the soul and body. Forests of chestnuts or pines or eucalyptus.


part 3:
senda,
straw
and
ash
 


In the high plateau of the Meseta, the earth is flat forever. The sky is so large it consumes ones attention. Cold mornings always. When the sun comes out, it burns and dries the air by noon, other days are bitter rain, drizzle and sleet. Crop burning and the rich odours of burnt grasses magnified by moisture, simultaneously sweet and acrid. Hay piled in skyscraping stacks. Ominous rectangles of straw 20 meters high offering shade from the afternoon sun, barrier from the wind and the rain. Fields of dried sunflowers leaning, still following the sun on their last days.


part 4:
fog,
rainbows
and
saltspray
 


Descending the mountains into Galicia. Change as bold as a line demarcating fog and fields the new territory. The rocks in the path became white marble, the trees dripping green. Water everywhere but few fountains potable. White school houses with brown naugahyde furniture for housing. Broken kitchens. Outside damp mists and fogs, inside fires beneath one's feet, whispers of 'keep walking' echoing in everyone's heart. Superglued bonds with the other peregrinos as each step brings Santiago to be an immanent reality.


to purchase any of these pieces or for more information about this series, please email me! misstinuviel@lovenotwar.us

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