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
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| 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

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.
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.
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.
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| 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.
| 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
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.
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.
On a larger scale, Kent Monkman kicks off Canada’s 150th
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.”
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| 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.
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| 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.”
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