Twenty years ago I was in Corner Brook, Newfoundland, standing on Crow Hill, looking out at the town’s pulp mill with my sister, Victoria. She mentioned artificial vanilla could be made from lignin, a byproduct of the pulp and paper industry. This offhand fact created a tenuous connection for me. You never forget the smell of vanilla, just like you never forget the smell of a pulp mill.
A life punctuated by pulp mills
I was born in a pulp mill town in New Brunswick. My earliest best friend came from a pulp mill town in Northern Ontario. I moved to a pulp mill town in Newfoundland when I finished art school. My first memory is the smell of a pulp mill.
Returning, sort of
Two of the previously mentioned pulp mills are closed. The third has experienced temporary closure. I’ve fallen out of contact with that early best friend, though I think of them often. I left Newfoundland, but it remains with me, fifteen years later.
I’m aware that these and all my other memories are dimming, fading, changing, becoming something else, something less distinct but somehow more specific.
This year I started painting people from my time in Newfoundland. Artificial vanilla extract on watercolour paper. The caramel in the extract stains the paper, re-creating memories (fictions?) anew. The moments captured are past, but these faded memories linger, images prompted by my recollection of that conversation on Crow Hill. The stories I now tell myself about those moments supersede the moments themselves. They’ve become part of my life’s fiction, riding the line between truths and lies.
Playing pretend
Recently I told my sister about her asteroid namesake, 12 Victoria. She likes to pretend the asteroid was named for her, though it most certainly wasn’t. John Russell Hind, who named it, died in 1895, long before either of us took our first breaths. Still, my sister and that asteroid share a tenuous connection. Like pulp mills and artificial vanilla. Enough to build a story upon. Something from a pulp novel.
I have no asteroid namesake, but I, too, can pretend. Just like my sister.
Acknowledgement: This series draws on the efforts of DAMIT and their models of 12 Victoria. Each painting adapts DAMIT’s work under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Materials: artificial vanilla extract on watercolour paper, letter, drawings on cardboard, construction paper, and kraft paper.
Photos: Natalie Hunter