There is a person who has lived with the trees.

A Smoke Catcher for fourteen summers, they climbed a tower above the boreal forest. To pass the time they listened. To the wind, to the wild ones, to the slow breath of the earth. In that great hush, they wrote songs. The land was speaking, and the songs were the shape of its reply.

Marina Avros sings with the piercing clarity of glacial air.

Melodies that move like a river, slow, quick, turning, falling. Some songs are as dark as where the roots roam, others as playful as a sky full of cumulus clouds.

In every performance, there is a tenderness, a truth-telling. A reminder of something we once knew but forgot.

Marina Avros is not trying to be discovered. She is simply being. But those who come to her shows, whether at a house concert, under a festival tent, or on a forest trail, often leave feeling they’ve found something.

And perhaps they have.