Easter 2012

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A very cold wet spring this year on Canada’s west/wet coast, with everything late in the garden. Despite the gloomy weather gods, longer days have brought forth bursts of green buds and colourful flowers. I’m so grateful for the rare sunny days, and especially this morning so I could capture a few flowers from outdoors and indoors to grace a festive Easter page here. And to wish everyone a Happy Easter weekend, or whatever you celebrate or not… with peace and joy. Thanks for your friendship!

‘night ‘night

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sight: circles, bubbles, rings
taste: hot, slightly sweet, milky, cocoa
feel: warm cup, comfort, drowsy
hear: sleep tight!

a Finnish cookbook-2

a look inside my mother’s old cookbook:

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some pages on cake making

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a handwritten recipe on a blank page – a naughty habit of mine as well

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many loose bits of paper inserted throughout, some with handwritten recipes and some clippings from newspapers – also my habit

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traces of a child’s colouring with crayon – mine? my little brother’s?

Why do I find such beauty in disintegrating paper?

a Finnish cookbook

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This was my mother’s beloved cookbook, a 1948 edition, which came with her on our emigration to Canada many decades ago now. After her passing, I have kept it all these years safely tucked away. I’ve thought of photographing this well-worn artifact many times, especially after doing so with the similarly disintegrated English-Finnish dictionary.

As I wrote about that dictionary, this cookbook was in some ways also:
an immigrant’s tool, an almost-bible, a book of days
a history of heartache, homesickness, hope and a new home

I was recently re-inspired to finally do this when daughter Elisa asked for a certain favourite family recipe which she wished to post in the spring quarterly of her newsletter. (If interested you may request it from her!) I may put up a few more photos of the book’s interior in another post.

Remembered and added next day:
my beloved worn book of Grimm’s fairytales in Finnish
and my first Finnish alphabet book

Added later: Please visit part 2 for views inside the cookbook

Wayne Eastcott: Systems

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Another exhibition coming up very soon, by another artist friend and a mentor.Internationally known printmaker Wayne Eastcott will be showing his latest work at the Bellevue Gallery in West Vancouver. This new series, called Systems: New Works on Metal and Paper, explores:
the relationships between nature and technology and how they interact and form the human condition and environment. The surfaces of these works are developed by various combinations of digital silkscreen and hand painted stenciled enamel as well as pigments of mica and metallic dusts applied to either paper or riveted aluminum.

I’ve had glimpses of some his work in progress and it looks exciting. You may view some of Wayne’s earlier works as well as the collaboration Interconnection on the Bellevue Gallery pages.

A few related posts from the archives:
Interconnection: Eastcott / Suzuki
visiting Interconnection
Wayne Eastcott & Michiko Suzuki
Wayne Eastcott exhibition

Urban Imprints

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Friend and fellow-artist Olga Campbell has an exhibition up at the Havana Gallery. If you are in the Vancouver area I recommend a visit to see her always exciting work. I am sorry to have missed the opening but look forward to seeing it myself very soon.

From the archives, about some of Olga’s past shows plus her book:
Whispers Across Time
Triumph of the Human Spirit
Graffiti Alphabet, the book

ADDED Monday, March 26th, 2012: We went to see this exhibition this afternoon – it is wonderful! I love the sculptures of feet and hands and some heads. The prints on canvas look like paintings, my favourite is ‘Luminescence’, with a circle and lovely textures and colours.

hand with daisies

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A few days ago we slipped out for a walk between showers
(such mixed cold weather this spring).

Spotted drifts of tiny English daisies in the grass, in the park,
white and yellow with tinged pink edges and darker pink undersides.

Picked a few and put them in my pocket, took them home,
to be scanned.

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Ah, then this, suddenly a new piece for ‘the artist’s hand-with-objects’ series.

Read about the others here.
Seeing a possible print series in the future…

Fragments VI

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FRAGMENTS VI
archival inkjet on Hahnemuhle Wm.Turner paper
61.5 x 82.5 cm. (24.25″ x 32.5″)

I am pleased to say that my latest piece in this series is now printed and I am very happy with it.

The FRAGMENTS series may be seen anytime on one page by clicking on Fragments under PRINTWORKS on the left bar, and this link of course.

mirror mirror

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more play with some of the printed images from the last session in my studio,
now with a mirror… not sure where this is going yet but having fun with it

white camellias

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Marly Youman’s latest book, A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage, published by
Mercer University Press, and winner of the Ferrol Sams Award for Fiction, is coming out on March 30th.

From the flap: After a death at the White Camellia Orphanage, young Pip Tatnall leaves Lexsy, Georgia to become a road kid, riding the rails east, west, and north. A bright, unusual boy who is disillusioned at a young age, Pip believes that he sees guilt shining in the faces of men wherever he goes. On his picaresque journey, he sweeps through society, revealing the highest and lowest in human nature and only slowly coming to self-understanding. He searches the points of the compass for what will help, groping for a place where he can feel content, certain that he has no place where he belongs and that he rides the rails through a great darkness. His difficult path to collect enough radiance to light his way home is the road of a boy struggling to come to terms with the cruel but sometimes lovely world of Depression-era America.

Author Ron Rash writes: Marly Youmans’ new book is a vividly realized, panoramic novel of survival during The Great Depression. There is poetry in Youmans’ writing, but she also knows how to tell a riveting story.

I was delighted to be given an opportunity to ask Marly a question about her book:
“White Camellia” is an unusual name for an orphanage -where did that come from?

Marly’s answer:
I’m not entirely sure, since the orphanage seemed to name itself, but there are two main strands of meaning that I see. One is important to the setting, and the other is important to events.

The name is connected in my mind to the sharecropper’s house where I spent time with my paternal grandparents in childhood summers. I pilfered that Georgia house and its fields and outbuildings for my rural, cramped orphanage. The house was unpainted, a box divided into four rooms. Outside, a porch ran across the front. Did I say that Georgia is hot in summer, blisteringly hot? Shielding the porch from the sun and filtering breeze was a gigantic hedge that my grandmother always called “camellia.” Like many things about the orphanage in the novel, the name was better than the reality. The shiny green leaves were starred with small, insignificant white flowers rather than lovely camellia blossoms, but they had a sweet fragrance that hung in the air and increased with heat.

Another element in the name probably came from bumping into references to the K. K. K.’s charitable efforts while noodling around with research. The second, nationwide phase of the Klan (from 1915 through most of World War II) was rather different from either the Reconstruction-era Klan or its later incarnations–not focused on terror as a main goal, the members did some of the work of what we would call a fraternal organization (advancing their own careers in the process, as members of fraternal organizations do), including sponsorship of orphanages for white children.

How does that second-phase K. K. K. business connect with white camellias?

In its Reconstruction-era incarnation, the K. K. K. was associated with another group, The Knights of the White Camellia. Upper-class Southerners were Knights, tilting against the national Republican-party government and, we might say, upholding white knighthood-and-white-ladyhood. (Maybe that’s where all the hoods came from! And here we blamed D. W. Griffith for Klan fashion!) Although that group vanished not long after the Civil War, the names “The Knights of the White Camellia” and “The Knights of the White Kamellia” are still in use today by K. K. K. clans or “klans.”

So “White Camellia Orphanage” suggests a whole complex of things: the Georgia landscape around Lexsy with the rickety, unpainted house and outbuildings where I spent some time each summer; the shining “camellia” hedge that turned out to be no camellia at all; the Knights of the White Camellia; the Invisible Empire of the K. K. K. and their ideas about white rule, white purity, and miscegenation. All those things, though not “spelled out,” exert force on events in A “Death at the White Camellia Orphanage”.

I am really looking forward to reading this compelling and exciting sounding novel! You may pre-order it at your favorite brick-and-mortar independent, chain, or online bookstore (probably just the latter here in Canada at the moment).

I’ve become well acquainted with Marly through her blog of the most magical name The Palace at 2:00 a.m.. Do visit and note what a prolific writer she is with a long list of published books of poetry and many kinds of fiction. Congratulations and best wishes, Marly, may your latest creation fly into numerous homes and hearts!