It has been 45 years since my curiosity was piqued by my grand pa’s radio. Till this day I have the frontispiece. I had removed the back and looked inside and was amazed that the insides had wax coated cylinders and these tubes. I set out to find out what and how this was done. Grandpa told me that it was mud and clay, with the copper wire helping the sun’s power help send somebody’s voice over many miles. He chuckled that we are able to do this with our hearts and minds as well.I was amazed that I could hear a ballroom in Russia, a weird sounding music from Little Rock, Arkansa and fiddling from Nashville,Tennessee. I did not know where these places were and I also couldn’t understand what they were saying as my main language is Anishinawbe. This incident has been a primary motivation to study electronics. When I was 18-19 years old, I went to Thunderbay,Ontario, Canada and attended a Fort William Vocational and Technical School to study electronics and upon completion I was to go to the DeVry Institute in Houston,Texas. The last four months of that semester I had art classes and this was when Norval Morriseau and the Woodland artist scene busted out.Because I was Anishinawbe and an artist, I was able to sell my work and I made a lot of friends and money. It was more money then I would have if I went to DeVry to become an Electronics Engineer.So I left and devoted my life to art. But there has always been a lingering interest in electronics and finally it is culminating in Artistream Energy Services whereby me and Scot formed a company to design and install green technology.We just started talks with a group of home-owners who happen to have an artist co-op on about 140 acres.We will design an array for about 10 to 17 buildings with the majority of them residential. It feels good to help the planet be healthier.I will post pictures as we move along.

by Scot Kelly

First I wanted to thank Eric at Bingorage who kindly posted Artistream’s goals on his blog site. Eric hails from the Fort Francis area of Ontario. Ron, my son Damien and I stopped in Fort Francis in early July of this year. We had been driving for 2 days and nights from Vancouver and were pretty locked in (if you know what I mean).

Ron’s uncle has a canoe on the lake where he lives and he let us borrow it for a few hours. Ron took us to many of his favorite haunts on the lake. On 1 of the islands, I found a line of blueberry bushes that stretched through the interior of the island. While I ate my way through the bushes, Ron and Damien scouted the shores. I followed the blueberries up a ridge as the berries got fatter (yum!). Continue Reading »