Blog # 76…December, 2017

In case you haven't noticed, Christmas is coming -  that time of merry excesses and jolly anxieties,  you know what I'm talking about, we all have them.

I got a wonderful surprise to launch the season from my friend in Helsinki -  two books about hygge. Hygge has been in vogue in urban centres like New York and Los Angeles where people yearn to escape from the horrors of the news, fake or real and the stresses of survival in the current  climate, threatened in so many ways. And interest is spreading as we all struggle to keep our heads as all around us...you know the rest.

If you’haven't heard of hygge, it's a Danish notion of cosiness, a way to live well, surrounding yourself with soothing things.  Denmark, a small nordic country, free from longing to be a world power, has always paid attention to looking after itself and its citizens. Generous social supports, vigorous environmental standards and a sense of the importance of creating conforting and welcoming environments are some indications of where their heads and hearts are...generally speaking anyway.

Hygge reflects this in a number of ways, first and most important is light.  Their northern location makes for long dark periods, (that probably has something to do with the craving for cosiness). Homes and public places are lit subtly, with soft shades and lots of candles,delivering light in a warm, relaxing way.






And the food...tasty, beautiful open faced sandwiches called smorrbrod and delicious
almond pastries called weinerbrod (which contain 33% of your daily recommended fat intake, but never mind that)




Physical comfort is reflected in their love of warm socks and comfortable chairs and their consciousness of the importance of quiet moments with a few friends...don't mean to make them out as simple and out-of-touch, or perfect either as individuals or as a nation, they just seem to have some priorities that I like.


In summer hygge takes the form of relating to nature - trees, water, sand.  Denmark is a series of small islands and promontories, never far from the sea, so those of us who live far inland may need to work a bit harder at the water part. but we all have nature of some sort and can try to appreciate it when and how we can.



So, as the holidays approach, see if you can find a little hygge for yourself and take it with you into the new year.
And, speaking of unintended consequences, have you noticed the upsurge in the numbers of women running for office in the US mid terms?  We're hoping to nudge that surge along here on International Women's Day in March.

Blog # 75…November 2017

There’s a weird disconnect in the air these days…on the one hand, confessionals where people’s dirty laundry is spread out in full view and on the other, glorious pics ( often photo shopped) of svelte and gorgeous  characters eating delicious meals in fabulous settings.  Neither is anywhere near where most of us live. One minute we seem to be more tolerant of deviance from what used to be thought of as the norm and less so the next. Exposure of men in power and their exploitation of women continues to be a daily feature in the news. We’re caught up in fantasy and immersed in reality at the same time.

So, life is remarkable and full of contradictions, what else is new. I just heard Scott Kelly talk about his book Endurance  where he recounts growing up with his twin brother Mark as distractible, mischievous little demons, not much good at school. Both boys went on to be astronauts: Scott commanded the International Space Station on three expeditions; Mark, who served on many missions also, is the husband of Gabrielle Giffords, former US Congresswoman who was shot in 2011.  Both Kellys have written books and actively advocate for gun control. Not bad for kids who were unremarkable and probably drove their parents nuts.

I was also struck recently by hearing artist Kanika Gupta talk about her difficult recovery from a concussion.  In the hours that stretched to days, then weeks and months when she was unable to do much more than lie still in a dark room, she had a lot of thinking time.  Her show ReThink Recovery opened recently at Lakeshore Arts in Etobicoke (a neighbourhood to the west of downtown Toronto). Kanita’s practice includes painting, ceramics, photography, printmaking and illustrations. She uses visual arts, and storytelling to expand understanding of the healing process and those who find themselves “on the fringes of normalcy”. In her workshops she uses a variety of art forms to explore what recovery means and alternative ways of being.

An example of Kanita’s visual challenge to cultural and medical assumptions about recovery is a ceramic piece, broken and then reassembled.  Not as it was but interesting in a unique way.   She questions our notions of health, beauty, wholeness and worth, and establishes a new set of values that are more inclusive and embody what it means to be human.

Sometimes I despair of where the world is going and wonder if we’re really moving forward or backward since we started walking upright…then I come across something about the Kelly twins or Kanita Gupta and  feel more hopeful. I'm also touched by the pluckiness of our Iraqi family and.appreciate the many very good dudes I know.  So find your own sunny ways to get through dark November and so long for now.

Blog # 74…October 2017

When we’re born, we’re issued a return ticket.  Many of us huddle in the crowd of avoiders and deniers -  referring to dying as passing on, buying the farm – or for sports fans – the final inning.

Images of death surround us, everywhere from the horror of thousands perishing in wars and natural disasters to the personal anguish we feel when someone close to us dies. As a person without the comfort that religious beliefs can bring, I struggle to make sense of life and death along with my fellow non –believers (I prefer wonderers).  As Woody Allen said,” I wish I could believe, it would be a big help on those dark nights.”

Since I often turn to reading for comfort and understanding of what’s going on, I picked up a recent book called The Art of Death by one of my favourite writers, Haitian/American Edwidge Dandicat to see how she linked the two.The book was motivated by Dandicat’s awareness of the approaching death of her mother. As a writer, she gravitated towards other writers and began to read and absorb the way they handled the topic. She shifts from fictional pieces - Toni Morrison’s Sula and One hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez to deeply personal writings like Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking or Nothing to be Frightened of  by Julian Barnes.

The book that touched me deeply though, was Canadian musician and writer Paul Quarrington’s  Cigar Box Banjo where he speaks candidly about his feelings about his approaching death, how he mourns himself and the sadness his family and friends will feel. That’s what gets me too. As well as reminding me of other things I’ve read or might read, these writers share their feelings in a way that encouraged me to go there also.

In some other departments...we shared our Thanksgiving dinner with the Iraqi family who have been in Toronto for almost three months, introduced them to cranberry sauce with turkey and they brought us Coba, an Iraqi dish.

If it’s within possibility for you, try and visit the McMichael Gallery this month, while the bus leaves every Sunday from downtown Toronto.  The Alex Janvier show just opened, also very worth seeing are the Group of Seven Guitar Project; Passion over Reason – Joyce Weiland meets Tom Thomson and the wonderful drawings of Annie Pootoogook. 

And, we’re all thinking about how we can treat each other more fairly and kindly, men, women and children, all of us.  Next year will be the 20^th time a gang of us has gathered to mark International Women’s Day.  We’ve been wondering how to encourage more women to enter politics or go for other positions of power and influence to modulate the picture.  This week’s news coverage has been important and part of the larger conversation. The humiliation and hurt suffered by women abused in workplace situations of any kind are awful, but women in public life are particularly vulnerable and frequently exposed to death threats... and with Jo Cox, British Labour MP, the most tragic of outcomes.

As I write this, news of Gord  Downie’s death last night reached me…a life well lived, making music and memories  and over too soon.
So Stay Woke, as they say on the internet, keep thinking and talking about these critical issues.

Blog # 73…September 2017

A headline in Saturday’s Globe and Mail read   “How art can nourish a community” referring to Gallery 1313 which opened in 1997 in Parkdale.  I know this blog is often Toronto-centric, so here's some local context - Parkdale is in the downtown west end of the city, an area plagued by drug use and crime. A number of things have contributed to a shift in the past 20 years, but the Gallery was early on the scene and has maintained its presence as a safe and positive space that nourishes the healthy aspects of the community. 

As well as being open and welcoming to the public (as opposed to when it was a  jail) it has an active outreach to local schools, providing a place to exhibit the work of artists of all ages and from near and far.

Recently, members of the large Tibetan diaspora in the neighbourhood flocked to see the work of Tashu Norba, one of their compatriotes who lives and works in Amsterdam.

                                                

The Aga Khan Museum is embedded in another neighbourhood feeling some change.   On the northeast edge of the city, originally developed in the last century as an industrial/business area, it's now home to thousands of folks, many of them newcomers. The Museum, opened in 2014, is set amidst beautiful gardens and reflecting pools and shares the site with an Ishmaeli cultural centre and mosque.
On a recent visit we were treated to a wedding party strolling around the grounds, the women’s gowns glittering and reflecting in the pools.

In the spirit of connecting cultures through art, the current programme features several Canadian artists.  i have now seen, a poem by Parliamentary Poet-in-Residence George Elliot Clarke explores identity as an indigenous black.

And...a whimsical piece by Babak Golkar titled, The Fox, the Nut and the Banker's Hand catches our eye, makes us think and reminds us of what cross cultural pollination is bringing to Canadian art.

But the most brilliant exhibit is outside…Skate Girls of Kabul consists of large cubes with portraits of young Afghan girls with their skateboards. Their faces reflect joy or  shyness as they peek out from their helmets (worn over headscarves) or confidence as they don knee pads over their traditional leg coverings. Skateistan is an NGO operating in Cambodia, South Africa and Afghanistan, empowering youth and children through skateboarding and education. A great idea!

Many thanks to Norm Nicholls for the photos.

Blog # 72…August 2017

I was in Quebec recently and was reminded of how much value they place on artisans and the work they do.  In Iles de la Madeleine, where we spent a few days, I noticed the term Economusee kept popping up and when we visited a fromagerie, I got to the bottom of what it meant.

The Economusee Network Society was established in Quebec in 1992 as a means of recognizing and promoting the work of artisans.  Operating in the field of crafts or the agri-food sector, participants use authentic know-how in the production of their commodities.  They also open their workshops to the general public so they can share their passion and knowledge and sell products made on the premises.

We saw cheese being made (and tasted it too) at Fromagerie Pied de Vent - they produce three speciality cheeses, which contain no chemical additives, with milk from one herd of cattle fed only hay and feed available on the islands..

We also visited Le Fumoir d’Antan where three generations of Arsenaults  have been curing and smoking seafood since the 1940’s. with kippered herring a speciality.

Les Iles de la Madeleine are a sand archipelago so sand is everywhere (causing serious erosion problems on causeways and cliffs, but creating exquisite beaches). Artisans du Sable put it to many creative uses, mixing it with an agent to give it structural integrity. One series of objets that particularly appealed to us were funeral urns,shaped a bit like a wasp's nest and with the signature footprint motif.

These three examples of Economusee are but the tip of the iceberg. Since its beginning twenty- five years ago, as well as a number of locations in Quebec, the movement has spread in Canada to the Martiime provinces, British Columbia and Saskatchewan. There are Economusees in Northern Ireland and the Republic, Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Greenland  and the Faroe Islands. Products range from maple syrup to bread, berr and wine to beef, garments knitted or made from woven material, articles made from wood, ceramics or metal. There's even a taxidermist. This international network of like minded artisan-entrepreneurs share marketing initiatives, tourism campaigns and are strong regional economic generators.

Visits are currently being made to Haiti to explore the possibilities there. It's a fascinating movement, and a refreshing alternative to our highly mechanized ways of production and consumption.

Blog # 71…July 2017

I’ve noticed, maybe you have too, how many blogs I’ve devoted to art and indigenous people.  The relations between us, both past and present compete with climate change to be at the top of my personal list of stuff that absorbs me. Thought I’d switch it up and do something else this time…but guess what, not gonna do it (remember Dana Carvey doing GW?…and that reminds me, a major digression here, I'm loving Al Franken’s book, Giant of the Senate).  But back to blogging…

I was lucky to be in Ottawa recently, the jazz festival, Canada Day - people wearing red maple leaf shirts over their saris and caribou antlers on top of turbans…all of us crowding together, mostly happily, to huddle under umbrellas and jump over muddy bits.

What struck me most though, was time spent in the new gallery of Canadian and Indigenous Art at the NAC. I’m not sure about the name of the gallery, which seems to imply that indigenous art is separate rather than part of Canadian art. On the other hand, and probably what the curators were thinking, it features and dignifies indigenous art which has historically been relegated to folk arts and crafts. Whatever its name, the gallery succeeds in telling a new story about art in Canada.

A caption attributed to Louis Riel reads, “My people will sleep for 100 years but when they awake, it will be the artists who give them their spirits back.” Voices and images from Kent Monkman, Rebecca Belmore, Alex Janvier and  Daphne Odjig  call our attention to indigenous life’s  joys and sorrows, balancing and enriching our own view of our history.

Daphne Odjig was born on Manitoulin Island in 1919 and died in 2016 - that's right she was 97.  A member of the Indian Group of Seven (take a look at Blog # 48) her many accomplishments and
honours include being chosen as one of 4 international artists to paint an homage to Pablo Picasso for the Picasso Museum in Antibes and being commissioned by El Al Airlines to create The Jerusalem Series.   There’s a rich collection of her work to see online; I was particularly touched by a piece from 1975 titled Mother Earth Struggles for Survival.

With the giant slice that broke away from the Larsen C ice shelf recently another alarm bell sounds, echoing Daphne’s concern from more than four decades ago, As well as informing our past, indigenous artists warn us about the future.  “Alarming messages can be paralyzing and counter-productive” writes my favourite Elizabeth Renzetti.  And she in turn quotes George Marshall, whose book Don’t Even Think About It: Why Our Brains Are Wired to Ignore Climate Change, who says that a more positive way to mobilize people may be what he calls “a narrative of positive change.” He describes this as telling compelling stories about how people can come together in pursuit of a more just, equal and not so sweltering planet.

I’ll leave you to think about that and about our Iraqi refugees who arrive in Toronto next Tuesday morning.  It’s been a long wait for them and will be a steep learning curve for all of us.

June 28th



As Canada's 150th anniversary approches, nostalgia reigns... I'm no exception.and couldn't resist sharing this image from the summer of 1967 when Canada and I were both 50 years younger.

Give a thought on Saturday, about ourselves, our country and the original inhabitants who have shared it with us so generously.

And if you're in Montreal, the McCord Museum has an exhibit of Expo/67 uniforms, including this one.

Blog # 70…June 2017

Hard to keep up and balanced with all that’s going on in the world, isn’t it???   As there’s more and more to cry about, I find myself more and more appreciating a good laugh. And I love encountering people who are smart and know how and when to be funny, offering a fresh view and putting serious matters  in perspective.

Reading always helps me centre myself so it’s not surprising that I’ve found some solace in some new books that take us backstage to look at current issues and help us make some sense of them. 

The first is by Scaachi Koul, who uses her razor sharp humour to share the fears and indignities she felt every day growing up as an outsider in Calgary. The essays in One day we’ll all be dead and none of this will matter take us from rape culture to racism with many stops in between to occasionally laugh in the midst of misery. The current influx of refugees and migrants offers Canadians a chance to broaden our notion of what and who we are and struggle to accept people who look, dress and act differently.  Scaachi’s glimpse of how it feels to be marginalized in a white culture points out how some feelings are common to us all whatever our situation.

I remember Al Franken from Saturday Night live and was curious to see how he’d handle his entry into US politics.  Elected as the Senator (D) from Minnesota in 2008 - reelected in 2014 - Al is a serious advocate for the citizens of his state, with an eye on national and global issues.  He’s particularly passionate about the environment and the health of rural dwellers in his state.  Although he’s never lost his comedian’s view of the world, he’s totally conscious that he wants to be effective in his current position and avoids easy cheap shots at the current administration.  In Al Franken, Giant of the Senate he explores truth and laughter in his serious role representing Minnesotans on the national stage.

And as science is buffeted by deniers, two physicists, Neil Degrasse Tyson  (Astrophysics for People in a Hurry) and Lawrence Krauss (The Greatest Story Ever Told…so far) do us the favour of  making their knowledge and views available in language  clear and often funny -  treating us as equals in a curiousity about the mysteries of the world.

Those are recent books; I have some old standbys when I need a laugh, My Family and other Animals by Gerald Durrell, Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K Jerome and just about anything by SJ Perelman or David Sedaris.  I hope you have yours too, keep them close, I have a feeling we’ll be needing them more and more.

And, after almost two years, here’s a tiny bit of movement on the file of our refugee family…stay tuned.

Blog # 69…May, 2017

I don’t know about you but what’s going on in the world has me perched much of the time on a knife edge between optimism and despair…BUT… the Greens got 3 seats in BC,  a David and Goliath situation, but look what happened there.

I heard someone say recently (if it was you, please let me know and I’ll give credit where it’s due) “Artists form part of the fragile barrier standing between authoritarian control and open democracy.”  They also serve us by exposing conflicts among our values and making us think.  Many of us are searching for ways to stand up for important gains in freedom and fairness in the world that are slipping away and we need all the help we can get.  Being aware and keeping from being overwhelmed is about all I can manage some days.

As I write this, I’m listening to Margaret Atwood (she’s everywhere these days and always makes me laugh as well as think) speaking about The Handmaid’s Tale - just released on a network that I don’t get but I did read the book.  It’s a prescient warning about the encroachment of dystopia, and is having a surge in popularity along with It Can’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis, 1984 by George Orwell and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.  Ms Atwood’s book is by far the most recent, having been written in 1985, the others in the 30’s and 40’s. How useful are these pieces in informing us, mobilizing us, giving us a chance to speculate on how we’d behave IF…

Reading them now has a certain urgency because that IF has come scarily close and some of what seemed unimaginable a few decades ago seems to be here and the rest looming and threatening out there, no longer unthinkable.  Reading current media can be equally frightening, surrounding us and involving us in a giant game of True or False.  We’re losing independent news sources presenting contrary or subversive opinions just when we need them most, so these works from decades ago are important visions of what that IF might look like.

Playwright Robert Schenkkan believes he has a responsibility to influence not just curate.  He wrote his current play Building the Wall in the last week of October 2016, sensing a crisis. “ I don’t see… a struggle between left or right or liberal or progressive or Republican or Democrat.  What we’re experiencing is an attack on fundamental American values.” Schenkkan (who’s a Pultizer winner) hopes his play will ignite a genuine dialogue across the political spectrum. He made his main character a Trump supporter, very careful not to make him a one dimensional stereotype. “It’s all too easy to dismiss people you disagree with as foolish or not having a grasp of the facts or being bigoted or predjudiced or whatever, that’s not helpful.”

Building the Wally is part of the National New Play Network’s Rolling World Premiere and will be produced in Ottawa by Horseshoes and Hand Grenades November 30-December 9. He wants it to be widely viewed so if you have a local theatre group, mention it to them.

Blog# 68…April 2017

Photo by Ed Burtynski

 Ed Burtynski makes art to call our attention to industrial waste, beautiful images until we look more closely and realize what it is and what's caused it.

                                                                                              



                                                                       


                                                                                          



Other  artists show us the beauty that can exist in food that’s been discarded. The aim is different here -  to encourage us to see this food as useful rather than repellant.                                     

Anyone who knows me even slightly gets it that wasting food makes me nuts.  I just heard on the radio that, in Toronto, we waste 1,000,000,000 pounds of food every year. That’s one billion pounds of food that could have fed someone right here…we don’t even need to go into the starving folks around the world. Up to 40 percent of the food produced in the world is discarded -some of it due to the shape, colour and appearance of fruit and vegetables that don’t make the cut for supermarket standards at the food terminal. Some of it is due to the sheer abundance of food here that leads us to over order in restaurants and over buy in stores and markets.

Toronto’s Second Harvest does a pretty good job with re-directing some food from the waste bin to hungry mouths while it’s still fresh and good. And they have a new website – foodrescue.ca – that can respond to calls from smaller stores and deliver to smaller agencies.  Good for them, I wish we could do more as individuals, buy and order just what we need (helps with those weight concerns too).  Enough scolding...think about  making soup with left over vegetables and smoothies with fruit.

And moving west to Edmonton...a while ago I discovered that their Arts Council had established an artist-in -residence at city cemeteries to console mourning families and friends.  Now, they've introduced therapy dogs at the airport to comfort anxious travellers.  Bravo Edmonton, will be watching for the next thoughtful initiative.

Blog # 67... March 2017

Although we all enjoy a visit to the major museums, there’s also an allure in small personal collections - acting as repositories of artifacts from the past, collectors of memories, chroniclers of life.

Masset, BC

I’ve seen a tiny space in northern British Columbia, formerly a hospital, with the beds (4) instruments and equipment used in medical treatment, preserved in place as they looked over 100 years ago. And a few miles away, relics from a long ago general store, from hardware and groceries in their original packages to a few items of clothing, rubber boots and a smattering of things that defy identification.

As we get older and life gets more complicated, there’s an increasing interest in how life was lived in simpler times. We may only want to visit rather than go back - especially to the medical treatments - so these small brushes with nostalgia are precious reminders of how we got to where we are.

Those of us who are collectors (no, not hoarders, that’s a different thing) could all set up personal museums and my friend Jussi has actually done it.  He’s spent most of his life sailing in different parts of the world and his intense interest in things maritime has resulted in an amazing collection of objets.  Several rooms in the basement of his house have been transformed into a welcoming space to pause and look, read and reflect among the materials on show.

It’s curated with a lovely flow that leads the visitor from a corner of photos and newspaper pieces about a young Finnish girl saved from the Titanic (the museum is in Helsinki btw) to another with the landing card and immigration details from Jussi’s father’s arrival by ship in Quebec City in 1922. Across the room are two framed documents from Jussi’s sailing participation in the Olympics - Tokyo in 1964 and Mexico in 1968.

Binnacle from the Ariadne

Outside the door to the museum, serving as an introduction, is a large standing compass from the S/S Ariadne. She was seized by the Russians as part of reparations after WWll and the Finns were ordered to deliver the ship to Russia.  The captain left on Christmas Day 1944 and cannily ran the ship aground in a way calculated not to do too much damage, returned her to Helsinki harbor and sent a less valuable ship in her place.  She lived out her time in Finnish waters, retiring to warmer waters later in life.

The collection has the advantage of being a collaborative affair (obsession some might say) and probably no one in the family escaped an involvement of some sort.  If you’re thinking of doing a project like this, it helps to have an expert in lighting on your team.  The Maritime Museum bears the skilled stamp of Jenni, Jussi’s niece, who works lighting the exhibitions at several Helsinki galleries and has contributed a touch of coherence and style as well  as effectively illuminating the area….makes all the difference.

Since the opening party (held on Mardi Gras) Jussi has welcomed several smaller groups to see his show and plans to continue sharing his enthusiasm and stories from his remarkable life.   

Blog # 66…February 2017

                                                             

After the Women’s Marches recently, as many of us were rejoicing in our feeling of a common sensibility and wondering how to proceed, I heard Jesse Wente say on the CBC, “Now is the moment to begin the hard work and that start lies in art.”   Bingo, I thought.  Did you know btw, that in most indigenous languages, there’s no word for artist? Creativity is inherent in daily life.

From the Truth and Reconciliation Commission to the inquiry into the Missing and Murdered Aboriginal Women and Girls to the many other soul destroying things going on here and elsewhere, there’s sadness and outrage aplenty.    But small initiatives are starting to appear as people are trying to come together and make sense of it all and they’re using various art forms to do it

A group of Ryerson students have assembled articles from a murdered woman’s life as an installation to give substance and dignity to her memory.  A bit like a piece of music composed for the 10th anniversary of the Montreal massacre that chanted the names of the women murdered... changing the focus from the vicious act to the lives that have been ended.

In Prince George, Kym Gouchie wrote Cleansing The Highway of Tears while taking part in a healing walk in the summer of 2016. Across the country in Toronto, music instructor Angela  Rudden and her students at Dixon Hall composed an orchestral score to accompany the song. As well as the musical experience, the young students got a glimpse of a world far from theirs both in distance and in complexity.

On a larger scale, Kent  Monkman kicks off Canada’s 150^th birthday celebrations with  Shame and Predjudice   running until March 4 at the U of T Art Gallery, then embarking on a cross country tour.

Here’s what Monkman has to say about the show, “It‘s a pretty deliberate effort to have people reflect on the last 150 years in terms of the indigenous experience…the signing of the treaties, the beginning of the reserve system, the legacy of incarceration, residential schools, sickness, the removal of children in the 60’s, missing and murdered women.  There’s a lot of material in the show that tries to encompass and stitch together this narrative.”

The Daddies

What the pieces show is a wicked sense of irony, referencing classical painters of the period, sometimes incorporating  his alter ego, Chief Eagle Testickle often seen naked wearing only Louboutin pumps.

The Scream

 


                                                                           


The anguish of the "Sixties Scoop"is obvious as Mounties restrain mothers trying to keep their children from being taken by the priests and nuns.      










I was particularly moved byMonkman talking about the urban experience of native people... the city continues a sense of imprisonment -  they're not able to see the horizon, smell the trees or feel the wind. The imprisonment started with the reserves and continues with the disproportionate number of native people in jails, in some Canadian prisons as high as 60% of prisoners are native.

Kent Monkman, with his sly humour, offers some respite from the crushing weight of violence and poverty both for his fellow natives and for us, We'll remember his images long after the candles on our birthday cake have gone out.

And, our Iraqi refugee family is still resting safely in Jordan, awaiting the movement of the machinery that will bring them here.

Blog # 65…January 2017

Well here we are, moving further away from the millennium - people born that year old enough to drive and have a generation named after them.

I’m not in that generation but somehow feel that we’re all in this together.  Many forces divide us - haves/have nots, old/young, black/white /brown/yellow, nationalities or religions pitted against each other, opposing ideas about how to live; competition rather than consensus all are the order of the day in some quarters anyway.  At ground level, in families, difficult situations which could be made more comfortable if people were able to reach out to comfort each other - the mature and intelligent thing to do. We can only write our own scripts, but that’s what’s important anyway.

And yet, there are so many inescapable life forces that unite us, the inevitability of birth and death touches us all. A number of artists who died this year gave us the gift of a gracious goodbye…Leonard Cohen spoke of “running late… the bar closing”. David Bowie sang with courage from his death bed. Gord Downie continues to muster his strength to bring native issues to our attention as well as showing us how to leave life with grace. The Edmonton Arts council is appointing its first Artist in Residence for cemeteries, with a warm and inviting studio space to welcome people while they mourn loved ones.

In its many forms, art makes us feel less alone.  For me, two of the most powerful words in our language are “Me too”.  How my heart warms when someone says that after I express how I’m feeling. Art in its various forms also helps articulate our feelings, writers give  us the words to express ourselves, make us more comfortable with the issues because we have a handle on how to engage in conversation  with people who share our  feelings…or don’t.

A very important book by Canadian physician Danielle Martin has just appeared – Better Now:  Six Big Ideas to Improve Health Care for all Canadians. She feels it’s important not to be defensive; our system is good but needs fixing and we shouldn’t be content with the status quo.  Very useful to arm yourself with this information for the next time you encounter a Yank (or anyone else) yelling about the wait times or how our system is a commie plot.

And at the risk of seeming tangential, I want to finish with a shout out to the Cubans and the Americans who share uncertain futures in the New Year.   So, “Y soy Fidel” to those brave and proud Cubans and to our next door neighbours … “You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.”