Gardener’s Night Before Xmas

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I have mixed feelings about the return of rains
after two lovely weeks of frost and even a bit of snow,
but this made me smile…

A “garden version” of The Night Before Christmas:

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the yard,
Not a vegetable was growing, not even Swiss chard.
The hoses were stored in the cellar with care
And I, rest assured, knew they wouldn’t freeze there.
The perennials were mulched, all snug in their beds
While visions of springtime danced in their heads.
The new planted shrubs had been soaked by the hose
To settle their roots for the long, winter’s doze.
And out on the lawn, the new fallen snow
Protected the roots of the grasses below.
When out in the drive there arose such a clatter,
I ran with my hoe to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a truck full of useful gardening gear.
Saint Nick, the driver, so plump and so jolly
Jumped out of his truck with a sack full of holly.
I’ve brought trimmers and clippers and tubers and seeds
And landscape fabric to eliminate weeds;
Well-aged manure, strained finely for spreading,
Just what you need for your annual flower bedding;
And colorful flagstones for a new garden path;
And for birds and bird watchers, a feeder and bath.
I’ve an insect pest guide to help you to know
Which of the bugs will cause plants to grow slow;
A new sprayer to fill with safe soap and oil;
A floating row cover – there are insects to foil!
For gardening with ease, I’ve a new rototiller,
Pads for your knees and organic bug killer.
For pH detecting, here’s a soil-testing kit
For soil preparation that’s sure to be a hit;
A new mulching mower for grass blade clipping,
And a long soaker hose that saves water by dripping.
With jolly Saint Nick’s gift-giving complete,
He started his truck and took off down the street.
And I heard him exclaim through the motor’s loud hum,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a green thumb!”

Found here.
Poem courtesy of the Ohio State Extension Service. According to them, the poem was written by Jack Kerrigan, an Ohio horticulture educator, and is an organic gardening version of a poem written by Charles and Janice Jensen and published originally in The New York Times in the 1950’s

Olga Campbell’s Graffiti Alphabet

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I love the inside cover introduction written by George Rammell, sculptor and faculty of Studio Art and the Art Institute at Capilano University. Here’s a snippet:

Olga identifies with the disenfranchised and she’s fascinated with young artists who have developed their own vernacular. So, here in her new book, she puts her own studio work aside to provide us with the alphabet of a younger generation. Letter by letter, her pages are like windows to view effigies of urban guerrilla artists determined to have their values encoded in the public realm.

Do have a look at the website and sample pages and if this form of art interests you, I highly recommend you purchase one for yourself or as gifts. Above is the cover image which I’ve scanned, though it’s slightly cropped because the scanner is not quite wide enough. Aren’t the colours amazing?

Some readers may remember Olga’s name for she has been mentioned here a few times regarding some of her recent exhibitions:
Whispers Across Time exhibition
and my visit to it
Triumph of the Human Spirit exhibition and my visit to the opening

revisiting Hornby’s petroglyphs

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This year’s mini-vacation to Hornby Island was a sort of pilgrimage for me as we revisited some favourite spots from past visits. It must be over 15 years ago when we first saw the petroglyphs made by early First Nations peoples. Interestingly, those first photos were captured on film. They later appeared in several of my prints and in a book.

Sadly, the petroglyphs have worn down considerably since then for they are next to the sea and we could find only these two this time. The bright morning light meant the carvings appeared very faint in my digital photos so I’ve had to manipulate these images to bring out the contrast, hence the excessive graininess where the rocks were actually quite smooth. I’m so happy to have seen them again.

Related links:
my petroglyph photos in a book
a petroglyph photographed long ago

ADDENDUM November 10th: To answer Joe’s excellent question in the comments below, I’ve gone to the book mentioned in the link above: In Search of Ancient British Columbia, and the chapter on the Gulf Islands. On page 225, titled Petroglyphs, where my photographs are also featured, authors Philip Torrens and Heidi Henderson write:

Because petroglyphs are carved from rock rather than from bone or other organic matter, archaeologists cannot determine their ages using carbon-14 or other radioactive dating techniques. Attempts to determine ages by erosion are challenged by the fact that we have no way of knowing how deeply carved the grooves were in the first place. Given the heavy rain on most of the B.C. coast, it seems improbable that any surviving petroglyphs date back to the beginning of human presence here – at least 12,000 years ago. Estimates of their ages range from a few thousand years to less than a century, depending on the petroglyph and its location.

William and Kate Blake

I have just finished reading a fascinating book about a famous artist-printmaker-poet and his wife. As a printmaker, I found this passage particularly intriguing to find in a historical novel:

William and I began to be real partners in Printing. He had been teaching me for a long time to assist him at the big wooden press. It was not usual for Engravers to keep Copper-plate presses in their houses, so we were proud of ours. It stood six feet tall, made of sturdy polished oak.

There were two other important tasks which went into Printing. One was the preparation of Paper, and the other was of Ink.

“We must print on the best paper we can afford,” William always said.

So we bought wove paper from James Whatman, which was heavier than ordinary paper and did not have the chain lines that usual papers showed from the mould in which they were made. We dampened our sheets of paper the day before we were to print, passing five or six leaves through a flat tub of water two or three times, and then stacking them on a flat board to keep them very smooth.

Ink was a big part of our lives: it was messy, but I loved it. We used to make our own, mixing powdered pigment with burnt linseed oil. Burning the oil was a smelly business. First it was boiled, and then set on fire. This made the oil properly stiff to mix with the pigments. Then we would grind the oil and pigment on a marble slab till it was the right thickness.

The colours of inks were wonderful. At first we only used blue-blacks or brown blacks, but later when William produced his own books, we used red ochre, yellow ochre, raw sienna, burnt umber, Prussian blue. William taught me how to ink a plate with a linen dabber and to wipe off the plate’s surface with the palm of my hand. What a mess! The Print is a Marriage of ink and paper, as Engravers always say. Or it is a baby, born from the marriage, under blankets on the Bed of the press. We hung the prints up to dry on a clothesline, like baby clothes.

This is quoted from pages 80-81 of Other Sorrows, Other Joys – The Marriage of Catherine Sophia Boucher and William Blake by Janet Warner. Here’s a good description of the book.

The story, mostly in the voice of Kate Blake as she was called, is part fiction, part fact and reveals the challenges of her marriage to this famous artist, her devotion to helping him in his work and how she became an artist herself but without the recognition as was often the case back then. The book includes many images of Blake’s work and interesting historical times and characters too! The late author Janet Warner’s web site* reveals that she was a university professor originally from British Columbia and had written an earlier book on Blake. I enjoyed the site with its brief bio, excerpts from the book and a few links.

This book was certainly a serendipitous find when I was in the library unexpectedly one day last month but without my reading wish list. I’ve always been intrigued by Blake’s work, even blogging about it once, so it was great to read about the challenges he met, with his helpmeet, in earning a living while still trying to remain committed to his own visionary work.

UPDATE October 5th: I’ve just come across this in my morning net wanderings and it feels too too related not to mention: Mad genius: Study suggests link between psychosis and creativity.
What do you think?

* Update Nov.16, 2013: Link has expired and has been removed.

weather fireworks

We had the most spectacular thunderstorm Saturday evening lasting about three hours. We rarely get them and usually only briefly. Dark billowing clouds were moving in from the east and the north, and soon multiple forks of lightning crackled over the mountains and the sea providing us with dramatic entertainment over our late supper. We were reminded of the prairie storms that we always found so exciting in our youth.

But this excitement was quite unexpected and worrying with a roofing job underway! Husband grabbed tarps and stapler and climbed up on the roof to cover up the exposed areas, particularly around the skylights. Fortunately one of the roofers who lived not too far way showed up to help after seeing from some distance that it was now raining over here. Very relieved we were that we had no leaks while the storm grew fiercer with heavy showers (but no hail like in some other areas).

As it slowly moved westwards towards a most unusual burnt orange sky, the sound of the thunder changed into very long deep rumbles which reminded me of childhood stories from adults who said g-d was rolling barrels across the sky.

It was also the night of the fireworks competition on English Bay so you can imagine how majestic that was! Youngest daughter had planned to be there but wasn’t sure if it might be cancelled like many other events were. Hopefully she’ll post some of her photos of our weather fireworks on her blog and I’ll link to them for you to see. There are also some great ones here.

The heat and humidity are getting worse, as are the forest fires, with record-breaking temperatures up to 35C (95F) and not cooling much at night. I fare terribly in heat and we don’t have air conditioning so I am spending more time down on the first floor lazily reading, watching a wee bit of TV, napping and occasionally (like right now) using this ancient spare Mac which doesn’t have my photos and files. I should be writing up more of our travel memoirs but my brain doesn’t want to think that hard.

Two wonderful books that I’m reading right now: K.A. Laity’s UNIKIRJA, Dreambook and Ekkerhart Malotki’s KOKOPELLI, The Making of an Icon. I’m also rereading bits of a book that I finished recently: William Golding’s The Inheritors. I may try to write a bit about those sometime.

I feel sorry for the guys working so hard up on our roof but I’m impressed by their endurance… puts me to shame.

Another distraction: tomorrow afternoon our middle daughter and granddaughters arrive here from England, for a few weeks’ visit. We are all excited.

K.A. Laity’s Unikirja: Dream Book

I want to take a short break from the subject of our recent trip to tell you about a special book that I’m very excited to learn is now published and available: Unikirja: Dream Book. Author Kate A. Laity has Finnish roots, owns several kanteles which she plays too and has a blog Wombat’s World.

Here’s a most intriguing description of Unikirja:

The schemes of witches and sages and giants. Doomed marriages and supernatural bargains. The magic of music, of the sauna, of family. A fish who’s a girl, a girl who’s a wolf. The creation of the world. Author K. A. Laity weaves timeless magic in UNIKIRJA. Tales from the KALEVALA and KANTELETAR, the ancient myths and folktales of Finland, receive new life and meaning in these imaginative retellings. Mixing the realistic with the fantastic, the mythic with the modern, the dream-tales of UNIKIRJA reinterpret the beauty of the original, time-honored Finnish stories for contemporary readers.

Some readers may remember my post about Kate’s amazing trip to Finland’s rock art site in Astuvansalmi. The wonderful image on the cover of Unikirja looks like it may be from there!

To assist readers unfamiliar with Finnish myths and folklore, Kate has written a bit of a background about the The Kalevala and The Kanteletar as well as a couple of tastes or excerpts: Vipunen and Palakainen.

Naturally this book is of special interest for me so I shall be ordering it right away! Congratulations, Kate!

talk on creativity

You must watch this amazing video at TED.

Elizabeth Gilbert muses on the impossible things we expect from artists and geniuses — and shares the radical idea that, instead of the rare person “being” a genius, all of us “have” a genius. It’s a funny, personal and surprisingly moving talk.

Gilbert is the author of the bestseller Eat, Pray, Love. It came highly recommended and lent to me by my sister-in-law. Not usually the kind of book I’d choose, I read it last summer and enjoyed her writing. Now seeing and hearing her powerful message was an inspiration for me. I think you will feel the same. (Thanks, Elisa, for pointing me to it!)

PS. I just remembered a very old post on creativity that is worth reading again. It’s a reminder that our simple daily acts of creativity are just as important as the ‘masterpieces’ that may come along, sometimes just once in a lifetime.

Added Feb.20th, 2009:
Very related to the above is a post by Elaine Lipson called Visiting the Muse. Written in her always warm, articulate and thoughtful way, it made me nod my head in agreement. Have I ever told you that Red Thread Studio is one of my favourite artist’s blogs?

older female geeks

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from cover of The God Interviews by Natalie d’Arbeloff

Natalie d’Arbeloff, artist, cartoonist, author of the amazing The God Interviews and blogger with alter-ego Blaugustine continues to inspire me with her colourful career and many talents, her humour and her energy. Recently she won a prize to be a guest editor for the Guardian newspaper’s Women’s section.

Here’s the first fabulous article she wrote: Where are all the older female geeks. As Natalie invites older women to take up blogging, I’m thrilled and honoured to be one of the listed bloggers; thank you, Natalie!

This week must be a very good one for older women bloggers, as I’ve also been mentioned by Virginia DeBolt at the BlogHer conference blog, thank you!

I’m looking forward to checking out the new blogs I’ve been introduced to by virtue of being in their company in this way, via these connections that are made and woven like a giant web. Like Natalie and Virginia and many bloggers, I am an ambassador of blogging, raving about its benefits and pleasures to everyone. Even after over four years of blogging, I’ve never thought of myself as a geek. Blogging software is enabling and easy after the initial learning curve if you are reasonably competent on a computer, plus I believe that a MAC is easier. I’m fortunate in having a couple of ‘geeky’ family members help me in getting started and with any rare problems that occur that I cannot handle.

If you are a new visitor here thanks to Natalie, the Guardian and Virginia, welcome! If you want to know more about why I blog, you may be interested in reading this interview. For a quick look at some of my art work, please visit the gallery (top left bar). Comments are always welcome and appreciated and I try to respond to each.

Finally, on the subject of older bloggers and issues of aging, I wish to point out Ronni Bennett’s excellent and well-researched blog Time Goes By. Today I learn that she is now contributing occasional articles to the Wall Street Journal on the same subject!

UPDATE June 15th: Thanks to Erika’s comment below, I’m eagerly checking out Came of Age Before Computers, a blog by Nancy Strider, an older female new media artist and geek! To quote her byline:

This website looks at some issues faced by “COABC’s”. These are elders, often our parents, who find themselves isolated on the other side of the digital divide because they came of age before computers. Nancy Strider examines the impact on daily life that results from lack of skills, access – or interest – in electronic tools like computers, email, and cell phones. She also makes positive suggestions for using the internet itself to facilitate a more lively engagement in the face-to-face world.

In contrast, I look at our granddaughters, 7 1/2 and 2 1/2 years old, who are already computer literate!

a letter from Teju

My friend Teju Cole is the author of Every Day is for the Thief, which began life as a temporary blog, and was published in Nigeria last year. He is at work on another book, a novel about a young emigre psychiatrist in New York. In the meantime, he is also taking photographs, including these, which he sent me recently in this beautiful letter:

Dear Marja-Leena,
I am more conscious in spring that everything has its own life. It is most obvious with plants because that is where the visible drama is. But, because of the activity of form and color going on in them, I also notice what is happening elsewhere. The rain, the setting sun, puddles in the street, even statues: everything seems especially full of presence at this time. I would almost say that the world appears to be thinking, or lost in thought.
love,
Teju

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Thank you, Teju, for allowing me to share your letter and your powerful and mysterious photos with my readers here!

This is the perfect opportunity for me to very-belatedly mention that I purchased a copy of Teju’s novel some time ago and truly felt moved and changed by his amazing words and photos, just as much as I loved his writings on his several too-temporary blogs. (Did I ever write to tell you this, Teju?)

Every Day is for the Thief is published by Cassava Republic and is available through Amazon. Here are two great reviews, by Languagehat and by Ethan Zuckerman.

Robert Rauschenberg 1925-2008

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I’ve just learned that one of my favourite contemporary artists has died at 82: Robert Rauschenberg.

The New York Times has a very good obituary on him. In case you cannot get past the registration wall that it may fall behind, I’ve saved it here as a PDF.

I’ve just fetched my copy of the monograph Rauschenberg: Art and Life by Mary Lynn Kotz, (2004. Abrams) (cover image above) and am revisiting my favourite images while pondering on his vast output and influence on so many artists.