Taking a break from my usual streaming video go-to, Youtube, to peruse another wonderful resource, the NFB (National Film Board of Canada), I came across the heart-breakingly beautiful (and heavily romanticized) film, Eskimo Artist: Kenojuak (1963). The film follows an Inuit family; an artist mother with her man, two small children, and a tiny baby hidden in her amauti. Together they travel to a small community where her drawings are turned into prints by an artist’s co-operative. This organization in turn helps to support their people so they no longer have to rely on hunting alone for survival. The film is only 19 minutes long but manages to transport you to a place that is so very alluring in its purity (and although I am aware that exoticism is highly at play here, I am willing to suspend my disbelief). The star, Kenojuak Ashevak, manages to maintain her practice from the small light of her oil lamp in the family igloo, and although short of words in the film, she radiates wonder and strength from her place beneath the midnight sun. (images from here, here and here)


Eskimo Artist: Kenojuak by John Feeney, National Film Board of Canada