This public artwork is located on part of what was once a shoreline, now a boulevard. Beneath its paving stones are layers of shells, bones, and silence. The work is site specific as it is based on research and archival material, as well as writings about this north shore of False Creek from pre-settlement time onwards.
I have quoted from the City Archives, C.P. Railway Archives, anthropologists and poets to find words to sandcarve into 57 blocks of unpolished black granite. Set into pavers, they are like markers on a path (of time), an echo.
Although I feel the words selected are specific to this place, they are also general, sometimes evocative, the ardent hope they will bring out a smile on rainy day. A private moment in a public space.
Assistance from Anita Green, Melanie Boyle and Patti Lynes are gratefully acknowledged.