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Red chair or aqua chair

They say it’s a good time to plant seeds, in the dark of the moon.

My backyard tree has adorned herself with seeds, carmine red against the new green leaves. The parade of spring, when tulips and jonquils, bluebells and violets blossom in abundance, but magnolias petal the lawns now and bloodroot is done. Trees blossom with dangling catkins and maple keys, pink cherry flowers just starting now to shower their grace on the grass.

Leeks sprout in the forest, and the first morels emerge but – at least at this latitude – tomato cucumber and carrot are still soil-safe, imagining themselves into green, upward-reaching, blossoming beings.

Bees hum. What a comforting sound that is. This morning as I write the sunlight is so strong I can feel it singing too. Do bees hum the sun I wonder – feels like the same tune to me.

Both prayer plants went into a state of shock last year when I repotted them, then emerged in new colours to match their pot, much to my astonishment. The little one who used to be just green is red now too, blooming in my sunset window.

I have a potted rose in my morning window that is budding in rich warm yellow and opening in peach, then fully opening in white. I’ve never seen anything like this.

I planted an art show on this new moon. Delivered sixteen pieces to be photographed and framed and always this is a moment of intense complexity. As though the inner story of me in these past two lockdowns is now out of the cocoon and exposed to the light – the little idea that began on February 1 (Imbolc) and grew into a dance of four stories across time, place, intergenerational trauma and global change, and love. Love for beautiful things made by the hands of human beings, especially in times of darkness and extreme change.

To show my love for all to see – I feel raw and human and proud and frightened.

Will anyone get it, I wonder, as I leave the pieces behind. The richness of these stories, translated into seventeen paintings. I can only hope so, and craft these four stories like windows and doors that will invite people in – to see themselves reflected. The pieces, the project is about us – isolated, untouched and untouchable, locked down in place.

In the absence of ‘other’, I converse deeply with Self. Which chair feels better to me today – the red, or the aqua. And why? The answers I get can be astonishing if I’m paying attention; inward becomes outward.

We grow, just like the violets and the dandelions do, in whatever place we’re planted. They, in the starved, twitchgrass choked soil of lawns, we on this changing planet in our houses and apartments, our trailers and our alleyways. Wherever we are, with whatever is to hand we grow and blossom and the soil, the air and the people around us change, because of it.

It’s what we do – plant, grow, change, blossom. Challenged by and challenging restriction.

Another thing I’m planting is a quarterly newsletter – the very first issue, released at the end of this month (May 2021) will tell these stories about me and us. This is not the same as my blog. Newsletter is about shows, events, collaborations and projects that are in the works. If you’re on my mailing list you get very special treatment, advance notices, collaboration calls, previews …so please sign up here if you like the sound of that. You are warmly welcome.

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The last five. Spring Show of new work June 19 #ConversationPieces – by me. Sign up to my newsletter for more info and previews/ first dibs

…and the first twelve:  Insta reel 2 this morning

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Conversation Pieces pre-Launch info

It’s the stage where the new work leaves my (lockdown) studio and goes to the brilliant framing artist – the very one I’ve so wanted to work with – for the next stage of their becoming. I am excited about this. When I see them next, 4-5 weeks from now they’ll be beautifully framed and ready for hanging in the pop-up show. So glad they are going into the hands of someone I trust, as I do Jonathan.

I’ve not signed them yet. When I do, it’ll be a silent, internal boom of a moment – Tuesday morning as the sun rises.

from my walk today in Hamilton

After Tuesday there’ll be one more piece to come back for finishing. Made from the photographs of each I send for framing, which are torn from a larger whole. I’ll put these back together, like a puzzle – a metaphor for us, as we re-emerge into a world forever changed by pandemic. Changed, but still connected.

It’s more than that, too. Also a metaphor for the workers at the factory who fired and gilded this beautiful porcelain with steady hands (or not) as World War II raged around them, as their jewish co-workers, managers and shareholders disappeared into work camps and death marches. These people also emerged into a world forever changed, when Hitler and the Third Reich was defeated. The factory where they worked in Poschetzau (now Božičany – see note at the end of this post), was permanently closed in 1945, then razed to the ground.

How this coffee set, made so lovingly by these people between 1938 and 1945 ended up in my Hamilton Apartment is a wonder. The paintings I’ve made, about beauty, fragility and connection across time, despite long isolations and lockdowns, are dedicated to them, and to the three Jewish families who’d founded, managed and worked at the factory since 1890.

I have great respect for these pieces. Beauty and function in the midst of adversity and ugliness is an act of defiance.

Three ‘puzzle’ pieces that need to work together for the reconstruction piece.
Keys to my old house; x’s & o’s, a stamp from The Republic of Chad, a food sticker from Canada. Air and sunlight.

Timing for the show is now in the hands of a team of us. Website designers, framers, printers – so many moving parts to get a pop-up show framed, hung and photographed, artist talks videoed and edited, press kits out, show ebooklet designed and written, photos of the work priced, input and a good online store built on a website (this one) which will be gutted and completely renovated…

…by Saturday June 19. The last day of spring, 2021. Cross your fingers and send love please – there’s a lot of prep.

the originals are holographic, depending on the angle of light

I’ll preview the show to my newsletter folks, one week ahead of the launch. If you’d like to be on that list, please write and tell me so, at You’ll be in good company – there’s no one on my list I wouldn’t be honoured and happy to share a meal with – and who knows? That may happen too. I send newsletters quarterly, and for special events like this one.

The Spring Pop Up show will feature sixteen Conversation Pieces, including 4 limited edition print releases (editions of 3 or 4, haven’t decided yet) from the upcoming fall launch. Sizes of work for sale vary from 8×10 to 20×16 (inches). They’ll be hung in my apartment (since public spaces are closed). The whole project is a response to lockdown, so that just makes sense to me (and it will make me clean up).

If there’s time to make it so, I’ll be offering limited edition prints of larger canvas pieces in my catalogue at the same time. We shall see what can be done.

underdrawing of ‘Cup, 2 saucers’ – second-to-last piece, finished today.

Božičany, (which was Poschetzau when this coffee set was made), is a village [population 593 in 2011] in Karlovy Vary District in the Karlovy Vary Region of the Czech Republic. As a result of the 1919 Paris Accords the village (then population 1000+) became part of Germany, but was in Bohemia during WW I. It is surrounded by deposits of the white clay (kaolin) used in fine porcelain china. I very much want to go there.