Saturday, January 31, 2015

Day 3, the 1990’s

Day 3, the 90’s, this was a time to come back to my first love, art, and try and make sense of the death of my brother in law from Aids and the Montreal Massacre when 14 women were killed [The Female Christ, The Singing of the Stones]. I started drawing, silk screening and casting bodies with a beautiful Japanese paper called Gampi, The castings became installations; video and sound joined them, the works became performances. It was a time of collaboration and experimentation.


For Sophia...The Female Christ, 1994-5
Cast gampi tissue, wood, feathers, stone.
9.5 ft. h. x 8 ft. w. x 8 ft. d.
link to soundscape
Fate / Fortunae, Station1, from The Singing of the Stones, 1995-97
Mixed media 
Link to video /sound here


Surrender, 1993, Molded gampi tissue
77 in H x 28.5 in W x 10.25 in D

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Day 2, the 1980's

Day 2, The 80's. I was having a hard time making a living during the 70's and so when my sisters started having children I started to make clothes for them, and then their friends wanted clothes for their kids and then clothes for them and things just went from there, I painted and quilted silk jackets, I embroidered and embellished, I collaged onto leather and suede tops, winter coats, knit wear. Each piece was unique, although I used very simple patterns.


Zerox printed on leather, quilted and embellished sweatshirt, 1987?

Injustice Anywhere, zerox on leather, suede, 1988?  This was a tribute to Martin Luther King, there is a picture of him on the sleeve. and all the words are his.


painted and quilted jackets, winter coats, scarfs, hats, appliqué sweat shirts, At "The One Of A Kind Show" 1986?

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Day 1.The 1970's

There is a game / challenge or what ever you want to call it going around Facebook, where artists post 3 - 5 works a day, and as I can't follow rules I've decided to do things this way, a decade a day. [I thought it would be interesting to see how I got to where I am now]. This is the 1970's, I had just graduated in sculpture from OCA now OCAD, was doing a Masters at Sir George Williams, now Concordia, falling in love and moving to the Townships. These are scans from old photos and I really wish I had shot them in colour.


4 Blue, stacked, painted plywood, 1970-71

4 Blue, vertical, 1 ft x 1 ft x 8 ft, painted plywood, 1970-71

5 yellow triangles, painted wood, 1970 - 71

Flat plane 1, 3 ft x 24 ft, fiberglass, 1972

Flat plane 2, bolted, detail, 3 ft x 24 ft, fiberglass, 1972

Flat plane 3, bolted and stacked, 3 ft x 16 ft x2 ft , fiberglass, 1972


Friday, January 23, 2015

Work From The Past Few Days



ink on paper, 22 x 30 in, 2015

ink on paper, 30 x 22 in, 2015

ink on paper, 22 x 30 in, 2015



Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Studio Wall

I'm trying not to think, worry, judge or even speak about what happening in the studio; just keep working, pin them on the wall, move them around, make more. Just be part of the unfolding.


Christmas week
more from Christmas week

January, 2015

More January, 2015



Friday, January 16, 2015

Jack Frost

It's been cold, really cold, -32 C. the other morning not to mention the wind chill factor; which means great frost patterns and glittering snow. It also means spending 10 minutes scraping the windshield of the car both inside and out before you can go anywhere. Today however is expected to be a balmy, it's -6 as I write this, a good start to the day.

scraping the car windows, 2015

glittering snow and shadow, 2015

Frost patterns on the window, 2014

Sunday, January 11, 2015

40 Years + 1

A brief trip to New York City to celebrate our 41 years together, full of magic; meeting new friends, spending time with darling nieces, seeing Matisse again and again and again, visiting the Met, again and again, snow and cold, Brussels sprouts on every menu, taxis without shock absorbers, champagne, galleries, fun, kind and friendly people, a kaleidoscope of sound, colour, vitality; it was wonderful.

They must have known we were coming, the banner was out, 2015
dizzying light and angles outside MOMA, 2015
at the Met, I love that place, 2015

loving the strong simple shapes, at the Met, 2015

Marble cavetto capital, mid 6th century, at the Met, 2015

shadow and light , stairwell at the Met, 2015

through a scratched window, flying home into the sunset, 2015


Monday, January 5, 2015

Driving Home

I don't know if everyone is as possessed about weather as we Canadians are, but really forget hockey, weather is our national sport, and with all 10 provinces under weather watches it promised to be an exciting couple of days. Here in the southern part of the Eastern Townships, we got off lightly, some snow, a lot of rain but seemed to have missed the dreaded freezing rain. It made for a moody, misty, and brooding landscape; must say I love it!

down the hill and into the fog, 2015

and down one more hill to home, 2015

across the fields, looking towards Vermont, 2015

Mt Sutton in the fog, 2015

And, here in Quebec our national anthem is an ode to winter, and here is the incomparable Gilles Vigneault singing "Mon pays c'est l'hiver"Link here

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Early Light, 2015

We woke up to a beautiful sunrise to start 2015, a Narnia one. Fresh snow fell overnight and the world is made sparkling and new, a portent for the year ahead. A year full of beauty, of love, of tenderness and gentleness; a year of grace, that's what I hope for us all.


Sunrise in the garden, 2015

light on a young hedge, 2015

out the kitchen door, 2015

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

A branch that had broken off the crab apple at the side of the house, in the last storm, has become our tree this year; and although we always go into the woods and collect bare branches to use for our tree, this was just to easy to resist. And the shape is such an orphan tree. But it's up and covered with light and angels and lavender hearts and gold balls and garlands of stars and sits very happily twinkling away. So from our home to your home, we [that's my darling J., Zoe and me] wish you a Merry Christmas, and let the 12 days of feasting, reading and generally making merry begin.


the orphan tree, 2014