The Other End of the Rainbow

The Other End of the Rainbow - "By substituting absence for direct evidence, Kourtney Roy highlights the impossibilities of a self-evident discourse on these lives. "tiny" letters that never attract attention. In British Columbia (Canada), since 1969, that is to say for more than fifty years, the murders will spread out over time. Dozens of women and girls will disappear, some will be found dead, scattered along this which is now called the “Road of Tears”... -François Cheval \nThis book contains three distinct voices: \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \nThe first voice presents these facts – names, dates, places, etc. – easily available on the internet and from other sources relating to disappearances and to the murders. The second text voice includes various excerpts from a journal that I held on the road. The third textual voice is made up of excerpts recorded conversations with local people I met in this region, all having had dealings with women and young girls murdered or missing on the Route of Tears; texts by François Cheval, Gladys Radek and Kourtney Roy. \n \n"I wanted to get out of the limited sphere that I had built in my previous works, entering into reality daily life of the people who live along this road, and thus understand a at least a little bit of what their lives have been and continue to be, even if this project poses many problems and questions. In fact, it is precisely for these reasons that I wanted to go there. \n \nOften, the places where many of the corpses were discovered remain unmarked. They were ordinary places, banal, passing unnoticed. This banality of the sites was disturbing, very moving. It is this "triviality" that I wanted to photograph, to reveal the fortuitous and marginal details of the road, give these places a feeling of worry and ambiguity. The shadow of what had oozed along this road tapped with its spider legs against the glass jar of my imagination… \n \nAt night, the light from the car headlights would penetrate my room and woke up with a start, my heart pounding: I began to imagine that I was being followed, that my presence had been noticed. \n \nBetween the rumors of large-scale sexual exploitation and violence by the PMRC, serial killer truckers and drug trafficking gone awry, we had told me stories so brutal and horrible that my thoughts were panicking in a whirlwind of paranoia and fear. Like others before I wondered if there was a larger conspiracy beyond of these women and girls killed. \n \nThe next morning, I I was coming out of the hotel and the sun was rising over the mountains temporarily dispelled my night terrors. The indifferent landscape but bewitchingly suggested to me insistently to question the secrets and atrocities unsolved that haunt the Road of Tears." Kourtney Roy, excerpts. \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n