Salish Faces is a story about when I used to walk to school, as a young boy. I really enjoyed the walk from my house on Stelly’s X Road to the Tribal School. But there were times when I had a bit of envy for the kids who lived on other reserves. They lived far enough away that they could get a bus ride to school. Something stood out each day, watching the school bus pass me by. Their faces. Some kids liked to mock me, some were just happy to see me, some were daydreaming, and sometimes even the bus driver waved.
When I was a little older, there came to be a new bus driver.
One day the new bus driver saw me on the road. He could tell I was late by my quick steps. He surprised me by stopping to give me a ride. It started something. For a short while when he was the bus driver, he would pick us up along West Saanich road. When I heard the squeak of the wheels behind me I knew that the bus was stopping for me, and I became one of the Salish Faces.
I always thought that was special, my chance to finally ride the Bus, it was a novelty for me, though commonplace for others.
I still see the school bus go by, it means a lot more to me now. I still see the Salish Faces, but what I SEE is the Future.
What I wanted to display in this particular piece was something playful, nothing too symmetrical or straight, just a bit of joy.