SpruceRoots Magazine - September/October 2000

Guujaaw

the carvers

Like Norman's pole, Guujaaw's lies unattended and alone.
The similarities, however, end there.

Grass is pushing up around the pole, and it lies face down to protect it from the
elements which have already seasoned and dried its graying spine. The log is fine and
straight, a perfect blank canvass, but has yet to feel the bite of an adze.

Guujaaw's been busy with other projects. The president of the Council of the Haida Nation
was recently in Japan raising another pole he was commissioned to carve months ago and
finished over the summer. Politics, of course, often keep the carver from his work, and he's
struggling to find enough hours in the day manage his hectic life.

"It's just that there's not enough of me to go around," he says. "I need three Guujaaws.
One to travel, one to carve, and one to politic."

In spite of the lack of progress Guujaaw the carver - or maybe it's the politician - remains
confident he'll have the pole ready when the time comes to raise it.

"Oh geez, yeah," he says. "Don't worry. I just want to get rid of all the other carvers so
that I don't steal all their thunder, and they don't steal my ideas."

 

SpruceRoots Magazine - September/October 2000