Forêt boréale
- Roxanne Turcotte
- Year of composition: 2024, 25
- Duration: 2:45
- Instrumentation: 4 wind instruments and 16-channel fixed medium
- Publisher(s): Ymx média
- ISWC: T3303431285
A stroll through our imprint-rich and mystery-filled forests.
A few years ago, I was smitten by the title of a radio work by sound artist
Well, this is my own refuge, and these are my birds (migrating or not) and their signals, from rallying calls to cheerful songs. This is a sequel to
According to the Belgian philosopher and psychologist
The score — performed by a group of musicians I call “Ensemble Nias” — replies to pre-recorded birdsongs of the boreal forest. I recorded treatments on the instruments and integrated them to the timeline of the fixed medium. A paraphonic thread (ie
I volunteer at Le Nichoir, a shelter where injured and sick wild birds are rehabilitated before being reintroduced in the wild. It’s a fantastic experience. An electrocuted sparrow was brought in with severe burns. We thought it would never recoup, and yet it has been fighting for dear life for a year, its feathers coming back little by little, which was quite a surprise. A penguin came out of nowhere. A kingfisher, little songbirds and about a hundred small seagulls fell to the ground because of the intense heat caused by man-made climate change. They would be saved and then released as soon as they could fly again. In the spring, we get a lot of orphan chicks and juveniles brought in by people who don’t know that some birds, American robins for instance, should be left on the ground when they are learning to fly, as their parents will continue to feed them.
Some birds had been domesticated by careless people who got rid of them when they reached adulthood. These birds cannot be released and left to fend for themselves in the wild. I saw blue jays whose language was of a domestic nature
And then there is Kona the crow, handicapped by an accident at a young age. We made it a makeshift home in an office. Sometimes I’ll bring it a treat, like a little fish or a toy. I’ll gently talk to it, and it will reply with delicate strokes of a foot and quick dry sounds.
I prepared a tiny bouquet for a hummingbird so cute I have grown attached to it. Its flight and hum bring to mind a drone, that human invention so widespread now that we tend to mistake it for something natural.
There are so many melodious songs over complex rhythms, so many stories to tell. It’s so beautiful. A refuge.
Thanks
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Composition
- 2024, Studio Séducson, Montréal (Québec)
Revision
- 2025, Studio Séducson, Montréal (Québec)
Premiere
- November 21, 2024, Artéfacts II, Salle bleue — Édifice Wilder — Espace danse, Montréal (Québec)

