wings

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Allow me a little self-congratulatory pat on the back – qarrtsiluni has my photo Wings up! And I’m told that this is my tenth publication in it, and that you can see all of them here.

qarrtsiluni’s current theme Journaling the Apocalypse is a fascinating one with a rich and thoughtful variety of writings, video, music and photos. If you don’t already know this online literary and artistic journal, please do have a visit, it’s worth it! Guest editors and themes change bi-monthly. This time founding and managing editors Beth Adams and Dave Bonta have been doing the honours. Great job and thanks for including me!

The above photo, by the way, is not the one shown in qarrtsiluni but is another one from the same series of images I took of a found object a few months ago.

Added November 23rd, 2008:
Thanks to a lovely comment from Maria below, I thought I should mention there are a couple of other photos in this series that can be seen in a post about poetry postcards and a collaboration with Tom Montag at Postal Poetry called Blue. Enjoy!

fog, frost and sun

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Thick fog all night and this morning, then sudden brilliance magnified by mirroring water.

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Rising light reveals season’s first frost on cold glass. Capture it quickly before sun’s melting touch!

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Long low golden light across rooms casts shadow plays.

fairy happy birthday

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We’ve just had a delightful iChat (video chat) with our youngest granddaughter Niamh on her third birthday. She opened her birthday presents in front of us, then promptly began to paint with the watercolours and paper we gave her. A young Chagall or Kandinsky in the making!

Isn’t this a fabulous card that daughter Anita made while she was visiting last week? We brainstormed the idea for this one, based on a somewhat similar one I’d made for her older sister three weeks ago. We selected crops from photos of flowers from her garden, Niamh on a swing, and the wings of a moth. Niamh loves this, adores her stripes and now wants wings!

What a great invention this iChat is for keeping in touch with family far away, in this case in London, UK. When they were living here, the granddaughters had weekly video chats with their other grandparents in Birmingham, England. We only wished we could have had a taste of the fairy cakes!

(New readers may be interested in reading about the day of Niamh’s birth, also the opening of my solo exhibition, forever remembered together.)

motivation

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I felt really happy this fall with the progress on my art work, with ARKEO #4 and #5.

However this month my artmaking has suddenly stalled, as have fall garden cleanup and long walks, and it’s not just the fault of our dull rainy days of November. I sit too much in front of the computer and over newspapers reading about elections (yay, Obama!) and the economy; even my usually rare TV viewing has jumped.

I’ve lost my motivation, even though the desire is still there, slowly becoming buried as I dull my senses. Living with pain, disrupted sleep and frequent visits for treatments are my current preoccupation and distraction these days. Suddenly feeling older and crankier, I keep reminding myself that many others maintain their spirits under far greater health challenges, like fighting cancer. Impatient patient though I am, I believe that I’ll get better with the care of my gifted naturopath, given a little time. I just hope I’ll not lose the creative desire if this lasts too long, for my past experience has been that it takes me a while to get those juices flowing again after too long an interruption.

Another interruption is coming up fast: Christmas. Our eldest daughter was visiting this week and she became excited by the new Christmas issue of the Martha Stewart magazine, thus reminding me it’s that time of year again. Our whole family is coming home this year so there will be much to prepare. I think this year I may forego making my own cards for the first time in years. Disliking shopping as I do maybe I’ll take up sewing again and make some of the gifts this year like I used to many years ago. I still have a large stash of fabrics. Maybe that will keep some of those creative juices flowing.

Wishes for renewed health, energy and motivation much appreciated!

walk in the park

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Another glorious fall day today! A walk in the park was absolutely essential. It was amazing how many leaves were covering the paths and they were delightfully dry and rustling underfoot. So often they are soggy and slippery by this time here on the wet coast. I felt like a school child kicking up leaves and remembering Winnipeg autumns.

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Still feeling small as a child, looking up, up through the leaf canopies of the giant maples…

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Native vine maples shot with red and yellow, contrasting with the dark green cedars and hemlocks, reminding me of long ago boxes of colourful wax crayons.

UPDATE October 30th: This is my submission for the next Festival of the Trees blog carnival. If you’d like to join the fun, do it right now!

golden

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Our October days have been alternating between warm and sunny with crisp nights or cool and rainy. Today was a golden day with a clear blue sky. As I was driving home from the studio, I felt my heart sing as I passed glorious huge maple trees ablaze in all the shades of yellow, gold and amber, contrasting with the ever present evergreens of the West Coast. I was reminded of a recent article about Vancouver’s Midas touch in autumn. How I wished I’d had the camera with me to catch the light glimmering behind those brilliant trees.

A bit of that mood returned late this afternoon when the sun shone into my office and briefly danced its golden light and shadows on the closet wall and on my desk. This time I had the camera handy to catch that ephemeral moment in time.

moving on

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test print of a small collagraph

Well, the elections are over, for better or worse, here in Canada. Harper and the Tories won, but thankfully only another minority government. What for, at such great expense, and for how long? And why such a record low voter turnout? So, more of the same old, same old. We really must get a system of proportional representation into our electoral system, such as the Nordic countries have, as do many others.

Life goes on. This morning I was back in the studio starting a new collagraph, though not the above which was a small materials test I’d done earlier. I kind of like this, so maybe I’ll print up a few with colour for the annual print sale in December where inexpensive little prints sell more readily. I very rarely work so small, this being about the size of a postcard.

Oh, speaking of postcards… Tom and I collaborated to create Shine for postal poetry! Go have a look.

Arts funding cuts

Last Sunday afternoon, my husband and I went to a concert at the Chan Centre out at UBC. One of the UBC Centenary Gala series this year, it featured BC born, UBC alumnus and acclaimed tenor, Ben Heppner, and the CBC Radio Orchestra.

Heppner’s repertoire from his recent recordings, such as Ideale: Songs of Paolo Tosti and My Secret Heart as well as Wagner’s Wesendonck Lieder. Earth Songs, a newly commissioned work for orchestra and choir by UBC music Prof. Stephen Chatman was also performed. It was a wonderful concert with an excellent orchestra, though we were a bit disappointed that Heppner did not sing any operatic songs which we so admire him for. Chatman’s work is exciting in concept but was at times to us it sounded too loud, noisy and confused when the University Singers and the orchestra battled for dominance.

Here’s more about the concert and Heppner, plus a good review.

Interesting thoughts went through my mind, triggered by the host, well-known writer and TV and radio personality Bill Richardson. He mentioned the fact that this was one of the last performances of our beloved CBC Radio Orchestra, for it will be disbanded at the end of November 2008, thanks to one of numerous cutbacks by Prime Minister Harper’s government. There’s some hope that it may still be rescued in some form, there’s even a petition.

I could not help wondering how Harper’s massive cuts to arts funding will affect these kind of concerts and venues. Some may survive if they increase ticket prices, already high IMHO, way beyond what would be affordable for most people. And what would happen to all the musicians and singers?

Richardson also joked that, this being a ‘gala’, he wandered around all over to try find some champagne and there was none, just lots of ordinary people. The audience laughed ruefully, recognizing the reference to Prime Minister Harper’s recent comments:

You know, I think when ordinary, working people come home, turn on the TV and see … a bunch of people at a rich gala all subsidized by the taxpayers, claiming their subsidies aren’t high enough when they know the subsidies have actually gone up, I’m not sure that’s something that resonates with ordinary people.

I thought we all looked like ordinary people!

I recalled our national treasure Margaret Atwood’s concerns over a year ago, and especially her most recent statement in the Globe and Mail. It is so good that I’m copying it here in full:

What sort of country do we want to live in? What sort of country do we already live in? What do we like? Who are we?

At present, we are a very creative country. For decades, we’ve been punching above our weight on the world stage – in writing, in popular music and in many other fields. Canada was once a cultural void on the world map, now it’s a force. In addition, the arts are a large segment of our economy: The Conference Board estimates Canada’s cultural sector generated $46-billion, or 3.8 per cent of Canada’s GDP, in 2007. And, according to the Canada Council, in 2003-2004, the sector accounted for an “estimated 600,000 jobs (roughly the same as agriculture, forestry, fishing, mining, oil & gas and utilities combined).”

But we’ve just been sent a signal by Prime Minister Stephen Harper that he gives not a toss for these facts. Tuesday, he told us that some group called “ordinary people” didn’t care about something called “the arts.” His idea of “the arts” is a bunch of rich people gathering at galas whining about their grants. Well, I can count the number of moderately rich writers who live in Canada on the fingers of one hand: I’m one of them, and I’m no Warren Buffett. I don’t whine about my grants because I don’t get any grants. I whine about other grants – grants for young people, that may help them to turn into me, and thus pay to the federal and provincial governments the kinds of taxes I pay, and cover off the salaries of such as Mr. Harper. In fact, less than 10 per cent of writers actually make a living by their writing, however modest that living may be. They have other jobs. But people write, and want to write, and pack into creative writing classes, because they love this activity – not because they think they’ll be millionaires.

Every single one of those people is an “ordinary person.” Mr. Harper’s idea of an ordinary person is that of an envious hater without a scrap of artistic talent or creativity or curiosity, and no appreciation for anything that’s attractive or beautiful. My idea of an ordinary person is quite different. Human beings are creative by nature. For millenniums we have been putting our creativity into our cultures – cultures with unique languages, architecture, religious ceremonies, dances, music, furnishings, textiles, clothing and special cuisines. “Ordinary people” pack into the cheap seats at concerts and fill theatres where operas are brought to them live. The total attendance for “the arts” in Canada in fact exceeds that for sports events. “The arts” are not a “niche interest.” They are part of being human.

Moreover, “ordinary people” are participants. They form book clubs and join classes of all kinds – painting, dancing, drawing, pottery, photography – for the sheer joy of it. They sing in choirs, church and other, and play in marching bands. Kids start garage bands and make their own videos and web art, and put their music on the Net, and draw their own graphic novels. “Ordinary people” have other outlets for their creativity, as well: Knitting and quilting have made comebacks; gardening is taken very seriously; the home woodworking shop is active. Add origami, costume design, egg decorating, flower arranging, and on and on … Canadians, it seems, like making things, and they like appreciating things that are made.

They show their appreciation by contributing. Canadians of all ages volunteer in vast numbers for local and city museums, for their art galleries and for countless cultural festivals – I think immediately of the Chinese New Year and the Caribana festival in Toronto, but there are so many others. Literary festivals have sprung up all over the country – volunteers set them up and provide the food, and “ordinary people” will drag their lawn chairs into a field – as in Nova Scotia’s Read by the Sea – in order to listen to writers both local and national read and discuss their work. Mr. Harper has signalled that as far as he is concerned, those millions of hours of volunteer activity are a waste of time. He holds them in contempt.

I suggest that considering the huge amount of energy we spend on creative activity, to be creative is “ordinary.” It is an age-long and normal human characteristic: All children are born creative. It’s the lack of any appreciation of these activities that is not ordinary. Mr. Harper has demonstrated that he has no knowledge of, or respect for, the capacities and interests of “ordinary people.” He’s the “niche interest.” Not us.

It’s been suggested that Mr. Harper’s disdain for the arts is not merely a result of ignorance or a tin ear – that it is “ideologically motivated.” Now, I wonder what could be meant by that? Mr. Harper has said quite rightly that people understand we ought to keep within a budget. But his own contribution to that budget has been to heave the Liberal-generated surplus overboard so we have nothing left for a rainy day, and now, in addition, he wants to jeopardize those 600,000 arts jobs and those billions of dollars they generate for Canadians. What’s the idea here? That arts jobs should not exist because artists are naughty and might not vote for Mr. Harper? That Canadians ought not to make money from the wicked arts, but only from virtuous oil? That artists don’t all live in one constituency, so who cares? Or is it that the majority of those arts jobs are located in Ontario and Quebec, and Mr. Harper is peeved at those provinces, and wants to increase his ongoing gutting of Ontario – $20-billion a year of Ontario taxpayers’ money going out, a dribble grudgingly allowed back in – and spank Quebec for being so disobedient as not to appreciate his magnificence? He likes punishing, so maybe the arts-squashing is part of that: Whack the Heartland.

Or is it even worse? Every budding dictatorship begins by muzzling the artists, because they’re a mouthy lot and they don’t line up and salute very easily. Of course, you can always get some tame artists to design the uniforms and flags and the documentary about you, and so forth – the only kind of art you might need – but individual voices must be silenced, because there shall be only One Voice: Our Master’s Voice. Maybe that’s why Mr. Harper began by shutting down funding for our artists abroad. He didn’t like the competition for media space.

The Conservative caucus has already learned that lesson. Rumour has it that Mr. Harper’s idea of what sort of art you should hang on your wall was signalled by his removal of all pictures of previous Conservative prime ministers from their lobby room – including John A. and Dief the Chief – and their replacement by pictures of none other than Mr. Harper himself. History, it seems, is to begin with him. In communist countries, this used to be called the Cult of Personality. Mr. Harper is a guy who – rumour has it, again – tried to disband the student union in high school and then tried the same thing in college. Destiny is calling him, the way it called Qin Shi Huang, the Chinese emperor who burnt all records of the rulers before himself. It’s an impulse that’s been repeated many times since, the list is very long. Tear it down and level it flat, is the common motto. Then build a big statue of yourself. Now that would be Art!

Numerous art organizations and artists of many disciplines have spoken out in alarm over the past weeks. Today, even our Governor General Michaƫlle Jean Lauds Artists of Canada:

In a world in which we are bombarded by images, we can become strangely blind to everything around us. But our artists encourage us to see things differently, to look beneath the surface. Yes, you, our artists, reveal to us something of the intangible, of the essential and of the truth, allowing us a glimpse of the world through your eyes. You show us life as it exists behind outward appearances. As Jacques Ferron once wrote, ‘Your vision can be at times serious, at times playful, always unique. It seeks to challenge us, to provoke us, to move us. It compels us to stop and to reflect, as you share your perspectives on issues of global concern. It never leaves us feeling indifferent.

This is why we often say that a work of art speaks to us. The truth is, it invites us, in its own way, to engage in an unspoken dialogue of the eyes and the mind. It is this questioning, this search for meaning and understanding, that allow us to make sense of the world around us and of the fears and desires that each of us holds within.

Without you, without your works, our imaginations would be weakened; our world would be without a soul. Bravo and thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

My apologies for this being so long, though it would take many pages to cover all the concerns. It’s taken me a while to write. I am upset and angry and passionately feel that this is far too critical an issue for our country to not speak up right now as we have a federal election on October 14th. If you are a Canadian reading this and you love the arts and culture of our country, including our own CBC, please vote for ANYONE BUT CONSERVATIVE. (There are numerous other reasons why but I will not get into them here.) More information on the culture cuts is available on CARFAC (Canadian Artists Representation) and Alliance for Arts.

UPDATE Oct.3rd: An excellent article about how important culture is in Quebec and that all Canadian industries receive support.

UPDATE Oct.7th: Margaret Atwood answers questions on the election at Globe & Mail. Gotta love her!

hands, still

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Dave Bonta’s The Animators is an amazing dream story of cavemen creating images of their hands on rock walls. It’s given me an inspirational push to finish a post that’s been on my mind for a while.

I keep thinking a lot about hands and what they do. Hunt, plant, gather and eat food. Cook, clean, sew, build. Touch, hold, caress, massage, love. Hold tools to make, write, create, play. And print and paint hands on rock walls.

As regular readers know, I’m fascinated and inspired by the art of early humans. I’ve written about how common hands in rock art are in many parts of the world, including in Borneo.

In recent weeks, I’ve been also astounded by images of disembodied puppet hands at the Marionettemuseum in Salzburg, Austria, hands of the puppeteer (scroll down the page to see Tina Modotti’s photo), some gloved mannequin’s hands and a digital stop sign with a hand.

In my own work, I’ve experimented with scans of my own hands and have made collagraphs of them to use in one of my prints. Eventually I even printed my own hands directly on prints. And finally, there are the most recent examples using my own hands again in ARKEO #1 and ARKEO #2.

splendid September

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(scan of maple leaf found in old telephone book)

After a very wet and cool second-half-of-August, we have had non-stop sunny days, and hot ones this week too! I love the contrasts of the cooler nights and occasional morning fog with the bright days, the very long shadows against brilliance, the heavy dews in the morning and drying leaves later. The full moon last night was amazing, sparkling on the water as it rose over the mountain across from us, then lighting up the house and garden all night.

As always in this major month of changes and new beginnings, I’m torn between many jobs, mainly my art work and the garden (taking cuttings and preparing plants to come in). I’ve been back to the printmaking studio and happily working on a piece already. Sometimes it takes me a while to get into the groove after the long summer break, but this time I’m raring to go. It probably helped a lot to have spent two weeks in August printing and to have another piece that is already partially in progress to dive into right away.

A rather upsetting distraction is observing the elections and the economy here at home and at our neighbours to the south (and northwest). I’ve cut back much of my reading about all the nastiness and just deeply hope that voters will have common sense on our election days. Though we talk about politics a lot here at home, I don’t wish to talk about it on my blog other than this mention of its effect on us.

Lunch time, then back to work!