Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Are You There, God? It's Me, Francie


Are You There, God?
mixed media on canvas
36" x 36"

I don't actually think that God is my personal friend.


I suspect that God is a wild loving Force to which we return - but that is about it.


I do think it is possible that the God Force can be tapped if enough people concentrate on an issue


but it seems to me that getting angry because God 'let' something bad happen is simplistic.


Shit happens.





I had such a hard time moving into the making of abstract art.


I had to literally cut apart some of my pictures and glue them back in the wrong places.  The results were terrible but the act of doing it was a bit of a mental laxative - it seemed to tell my unconscious that I was ready to let go of a lot of crap, (pun intended).


But it is a comfortable place now and this large piece is about learning to use oil paint.





(And maybe there is a little spiritual arrogance thrown in and certainly a reference to the children's book, "Are You there God? It is Me Margaret")


Sunday, 16 July 2017

Singing Woman



Blue Feather Eagle Woman was not given her name until she was taken home to be buried on her Saskatchewan reserve.

She had a different name when I taught her in grades 4 and 6.

When I read that she had hanged herself in jail I made this mask of Singing Woman to help her spirit soar.


And because my grief for the child I once knew is great...


Sunday, 9 July 2017

Nancy Drew in the Mystery of Omar Kadar and the Missing Canadian Compromise




I lied. 

There is no Nancy Drew here. 

There is a whole lot of missing Canadian politeness, compromise and listening to each other though.


  



Meanwhile on Parliament Hill:




Blech.

What a shameful week.

Sunday, 2 July 2017

Bessie's War



Because of a volunteer job I do at a local historical society, every morning I post a tweet from the diary of a front line WWI nursing sister who came from my home town of St. Catharines, Ontario, (pictured above with two wounded Canadians).

Most of her diary entries are amazingly banal: going to the village, attending concerts, flirting with the officers, the lovely countryside and architecture of France, etc.  

After the battle of Vimy Ridge during which over 3,500 Canadian men were killed and 7,000 wounded she notes with chilly satisfaction that everyone is pleased because they were expecting so many more.

She refuses to take you down into the chaos and butchery that surrounded her.

And yet sometimes her words haunt your dreams.

Last week she wrote how 'her boys' often found humour in the grimmest of situations.  One lad laughed and told her that when he saw a pair of legs flying over his head he thought to himself, "If those are mine, I've had a terrible accident."

History isn't what we read in well researched factual books it is found in the voices of those who were there. 

This diary says as much about women and Canada as it says about the 'boys' who fought.

link to Bessie's war

Saturday, 24 June 2017

The Woman Cave Studio



My basement flooded this year.

And it was very mysterious because I couldn't see where the water was coming from, I could only see that it was gushing out from under the laminate flooring like mini-me Niagara Falls.

I went and got a neighbour and we were both bamboozled.

"You'd better call someone," she said helpfully as she went back to her own DRY house.

Long story short I had workers in my basement with jackhammers and shovels for the longest time.

Fortunately the condo insurance paid for everything except the laminate flooring.

Then I got breast cancer.

It wasn't a great year.

Then I got better.

AND because I got better I celebrated by trading a few of my pictures with my cousin's hubby who came and painted and put in new flooring.

I moved my art studio into my cave this morning.

:)




Monday, 12 June 2017

Wonder(ful) Woman

The Empress
oil pastels on canvas



A few years ago a friend and I went to see the 'comedy' Zombieland because neither of us ad ever seen a zombie movie. I still haven't seen a zombie movie because my eyes were shut for most of it.

Anyway until this week I had never seen a superhero movie either.

And after sitting through the trailers for all of the upcoming super hero movies I almost didn't stay for 'Wonder Woman' either.

But I stayed and I have to say it was a darn good story.

Thankfully it was not based on the creepy Margaret Sanger supposedly the original inspiration for Wonder Woman or on the old television character.


Nothing too deep, just great story of good and evil and a hero you can get behind!

Buy some popcorn, sit back and be entertained.




Sunday, 4 June 2017

Marching to Zion



Old churches seem to be infused with serenity.

This 1832 Methodist Church sits in the tiny Niagara community of Beaverdams.  

It is being restored by a group called, "The Friends of Beaverdams Church". The basement is almost done and now they are working on the windows. 

I was at a fundraiser yesterday that included a presentaion of 19th century Methodist music.  

I was dreading it.

All that slaying and trampling underfoot of the enemies of a very crabby Yahweh. 

Yuck.

But Alleluia, those old barn burners loved a cheerful, up beat hymn.

So if you heard it, yes that was me bellowing along with the crowd:


We're marching to Zion, 
Beautiful beautiful Zion
We're marching upward to Zion
The beautiful city of God!




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