Cynthia Coté – Long Shadow Time
A stand of birches
Doing their late winter dance
Courting
long shadows
Jacquie Coté Suter - River Watch
One of my favorite
things to do when I come to the Keweenaw Peninsula is to take a hike along the shoreline, collect stones and watch for birds
and animals. I decided to do a beadwork that would represent the abundance of wildlife that thrive in the area.
I call my piece “River Watch”.
Loretta Coté – Memories of Spring
I remember being a school girl in L’Anse.
My brothers and sisters and I would walk a mile through the woods on a path that followed the river. The flowers were
in abundance. On the way home we picked a bouquet for our Mother. There were purple violets, adder tongue, yellow
dandelions, white daisies and the beautiful hepatica which I choose to recreate in beads.
Theresa Coté – The Big Rock Tumbler
Waves crashing on rocks
Tumble to another
beach
I pick up pebbles.
Johnnie DeBernard – Keweenaw Impressions
The bluest sky after a snow storm.
The beautiful sunset
and the dazzling sunrise.
Agates, copper, blue water.
Julie DePaul – Historical Road Brick Sets Record Straight
Suffocating in
asphalt is not
my fault. My
friends
and I
have bowed and
blended
with
the
overhead rum-
ble.
Swept once
by
graceful skirts.
We
now see sun
rise amidst
thighs.
As the
tar blanket
crum-
bles our
mortar
rubs its eyes,
is
reborn.
We were
laid.
Embracing
through
eternity.
In di vi du als
placed
with direc-
tion. Noses pressed
against your feet.
Erika Faust – Old Friend Raven
Old
friend raven – steady and strong
Shouting out summer songs
Silhouetting the winter skies
Always present
Survivor
Steady
and strong
Abby Sue Fisher – Silk Road
My passion for beading and the study of
traditional dress & adornment were the inspiration for this piece. Although I didn’t plan ahead with the colors,
when the piece was done it reminded me of the embroidered textiles from Uzbekistan and that’s why I named it “silk
road.”
Amy Forsell – Agate – A Slice of the Past
One of my fondest memories
growing up in the Keweenaw was going to Superior’s rocky shores on hot summer days. Even as a small child I could
identify agates and would patiently spend hours searching for them.
Phyllis Fredendall – Hancock Pathways Above
and Below
This magical place, with its deep history and rich present inspired this work: my central
Hancock neighborhood within the highway curve, the complex network below ground I have only imagined, the ever changing Portage
Canal reflecting hills and sky, and the Big Lake dotted with white caps. Or is it a starry sky?
Pamlynn L. Hansen – Keweenaw Lights
The lake, the land, the lodge, the lights...
Where
else could one have it all?
Like candles in the sky they flicker through the night.
Marlene Herman – Aurora
Night sky, dancing lights.
Nature’s restless
abandon.
Breathless, I’m in awe.
Jane Hiltunen– The Iris Garden
When living on the water it seems that the lake
dominates one’s attention like some show-offy kid. It’s ever-changing; sometimes dramatic, even ornery and
willful. At times, I seek a quieter sanctuary, where the rest of nature can assert itself. Our iris garden provides
such a quiet, contemplative space, with an ancient Adirondack chair, surrounded by purple iris and a wall of shrubbery.
It’s a perfect shady place to spend an afternoon in the Keweenaw sun with a good book and a tall lemonade.
 Kate Hintz - The Lakeside Sauna
On a cold December
night as I entered our sauna, this lakeside sauna image came to mind; I knew this was the image I was to bead. Although
not a born and bred Finn or Yooper, I have enjoyed a good, hot sauna for 35 plus years: saunas next to the Portage,
at cabins, on farms, in MTU dorms, at Jukuri’s in Laurium. The Finnish sauna is so much a part of the Keweenaw
history.
For me working with beads, a needle and thread is relaxing, calming and a creative outlet.
Beading is an on-going learning experience too. In each area, I was challenged to choose the right colors and bead finishes
to represent the texture and feel of the building, water, sky, trees, and sand. I hope this beaded image brings up memories
of hot steamy saunas.
 Patsy Keyes, Baraga, MI – Howlin’ at the Moon
I consider myself fortunate
to live in the Copper Country, one of the last wilderness areas of the United States. Where else could one hear the
wolves howling at the moon from the comfort of one’s own living room at any season of the year?
Peg McNinch - Deco Dragonfly
I love to watch the many types of dragonflies who reside
near our pond in the summer. In the still evenings of August they fly in groups across the yard feeding on all kinds
of small insects.
Joanne Polzien – Reflections of the Past – Copper Memories
When I think
about the Copper Country, the copper mining industry is what developed the area. Where ever you look you can see reminders
of our mining past.
Priscilla Trenchard – C is for Copper
Colorful
copper corroding carelessly in Calumet
close
to Cynthia Coté’s cozy cottage.
This copy composed by a company of curiously creative
coffee connoisseurs.
Christine van Domelen – Superior Conglomerate
When Superior is
tranquil, we revel in her riches.
When she is brutal, we stand in awe of her elemental power.
Shorelines of sand, pebble,
cobble, conglomerate, sandstone and basalt are hers to reshape.
Privileged to witness all, white pine sentinels stoicly
endure.
Ann West – Hope
The chickadee remains in the Keweenaw through the long
winters, providing hope that the spring green will come soon.
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