It was not only my first time to get to know Kuusamo and its
surroundings, but also my first time to be actively involved in the Chill
Survive Network. And I’m very glad I did! In a week time I found inspiration
worth a month, fed my wish to focus on Finland and human relation with nature,
and – perhaps most important – made new friends. As a multi-faceted group of
artists, all with our own experiences and interests, we explored the local
history and the contemporary mining activities. This way I learned about local
building techniques, folk beliefs, mercury poisoning, radio-activity,
micro-bacterial ecosystems in turf houses, visual representations of
Kalevala-healings, and the tragic death of many local noaidi (shamans).
Our fieldwork included a trip to the Juomasuo mine. This
open pit mine is a study location pur sang: here an Australian mining company
studies the local ore as they hope to extract uranium and gold. We deeply hope
they will not. No matter how much precautions the company promises to take,
these kinds of mining activities are always an ecological threat. The local
environment is rich, but vulnerable. Mining risks include a possible impact on
the nearby Oulanka National Park, but
also the direct surroundings are worth protection. Bears, lynxes, wolves,
wolverines, great grey owls, golden eagles, and many other species that inhabit
the Kuusamo region will agree to that, if they understood the situation. We are
standing aside the open pit in admiration. Despite the slight rain, the scenery
is astonishing! Turquois water reflects the surrounding pine trees and almost
seem to glow from beauty. Or is that some kind of radiation? Right next to the
pit, Lauri spotted a rare red orchid (Punakämmekkä) which made us all kneel for
making pictures. A bit later, when we were already leaving, I kneeled again. A
bundle of mushrooms got my attention. They were growing straight through the
gravel road that makes the pit accessible to vehicles, and seemed to stare as
intensely to me as I was staring at them. How strong! How stubborn! For a
moment we were hoping that they belonged to the psilocybin family, so that they
could provide more information and even bring us in contact with the deceased noaidi.
But I’m pretty sure they were common inky caps. Nevertheless, they were magical
to me. They showed me a powerful image of finding your way through the
oppressive layer of civilization and exploitation. No matter how heavy it
weighs on you: you can always grow your way out and stare back!
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