I still feel like I am coming down off of a high from the opening! It has been a whirlwind these past few days that I haven’t had a lot of time to stop and think. Even in my dreams I was stringing triangles. Yet all of a sudden the exhibition is installed and the opening has arrived. It was a blustery, wet and cold day yesterday. It is spring weather here but back home it would be considered the middle of winter. We weren’t sure if many people would come to the opening because the weather was so dreary and wet but sure enough the gallery filled! There was a very nice program at the opening: two short talks given by local, distinguished contemporary artists. They discussed my work and how they interpreted it and spoke about the importance of art. Afterwards I was asked to speak and I summarized my art practice, the exhibition and my processes. I was completely blown away by the reactions that people seemed to have to the work. I was immediately approached by a lovely woman that brought me an art catalogue, telling me about another artist that I might be interested in learning about and excitedly talked about how important it is to connect art and science. Other people mentioned similar things to me as well and seemed to be engaging with the work and interacting with the installation. I feel so honoured that people came to spend time with my work.

I sometimes forget that art is about sharing because it often feels so personal and introspective–from working on your own to spending time alone thinking about it quietly. But something changes when other people, strangers, look at the art, interpret it and let it impact them. It somehow becomes complete because art is about sharing. Sharing ideas, thoughts, feelings and stories. Art is a gathering place and produces community and that community is very strong here in Petrozavodsk.

Our train left Saint Petersburg at 06:32 last Monday for Petrozavodsk. Every time I take a train I am reminded of how much I enjoy traveling by rail. Trains and thinking seem to go hand-in-hand. I had a few drawings left to make for the exhibition and I managed to finish them between looking outside and practising my Russian. The buildings of Saint Petersburg quickly faded and were replaced by dense forests. Flooded forests. It seems that beavers have been taking advantage of the melt water. Busily creating a network of water trails, pools, dams and lodges. There is nothing quite like a train trip to help you process. Draw. Look outside. Think. Practice my few Russian words. “Do you speak English?” is my newest addition to my Russian vocabulary (it has already proved useful). After three stops and five hours our train pulled into the station at Petrozavodsk. We were met on the platform by Varvara, the point person for the residency and exhibition. I have been in contact with her over the past five months and it was lovely to finally meet her in person. She gave us a tour of the city as she drove us to our apartment. Showing us grocery stores, points of interest and briefly explaining the history of the city and the area. Petrozavodsk is a creative centre and has many museums, theatres, galleries and public art. We also drove past the lake which is still mainly frozen with thick ice. The apartment is located in a large 9-10 story building. Most of the people that live here are in the arts as well: musicians, artists and dancers. Our apartment is nice and bright and has its own kitchen, washing machine and a shower that looks like it is from the future. The highlight is that our windows look down onto the neighbourhood zoo!

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we worked on installing the Cetology exhibition at the Vyhod Media Centre. Between four of us we matted and framed all the drawings and installed most of the pieces during the first day. The big (and time consuming) installation that I am creating involves sewing 3,300 paper triangles onto pieces of nylon thread. The next two days were spent stringing. From waking up to going to sleep: each day was full of triangles. We finished at the end of the third day. I am grateful for all the help I had with installing and setting up and I am impressed by the fantastic team that works at the Media Centre!

We were also invited to go with the Media Centre team to an art opening at the City Gallery. It was a double opening for both a traveling retrospective exhibition of a well known 20th Century female painter from Russia and also the first solo exhibition for a young artist from Petrozavodsk (now living and teaching in Saint Petersburg). I enjoy going to art openings abroad because they always surprise me how universal they are. It is easy to feel connected to people that also love art because there is this shared interest.

I am proud to be one of the artists chosen to be part of the Tracing Boundaries exhibition at the Slide Room Gallery. The opening reception is Friday March 16th at 6pm and there will be a Curator’s Talk at 6:30pm. I had a quick peak at the show this morning and I was amazed at how wonderful everything looks! The artists are very talented and hard-working and it really shows in their art, and the curatorial team did a fantastic job with the hanging. Please come and join us tomorrow for the opening!

Exactly one year ago today I was deep cleaning our apartment before traveling to Europe with my husband to attend an artist residency in the fairytale town of Český Krumlov in the Czech Republic. I am so thankful I had this opportunity to get to create art and exhibit abroad. It pushed me and challenged me and introduced me to so many wonderful people. Looking forward, I am excited to have been accepted to a residency in Petrozavodsk (Петрозаводск), in Russia this spring. I love to travel and experience new places. And it is really amazing how art can connect people despite having different backgrounds. I also find spending time away always renews my appreciation for what I have at home: friends, family and a familiar landscape (and seascape) where I fit into and belong. Last week I was surprised by an unexpected package in the mail from a dear friend that I used to sail with in Europe. She had come across a random nautical chart of Victoria Harbour and decided to send it to me! I have enjoyed pouring over the details of this lovely, used map and it has made its way into my art. I have had extra time off this week and have been experimenting creating chart-inspired drawings of local geography. I have been playing with layering intensities of ink, mimicking the fluctuating submarine topography, AKA contour lines, of our local ocean floor. When I travel I find I gain a lot more from the experience if I am making art about those places, so I guess it is no surprise that this also happens to be true when at home. Reflecting back on this year, I see I have been doing a lot of thinking about place and belonging. Sometimes it just takes a little shift of perspective, a new point of view, of something familiar to give you a whole new appreciation.

As many artists in Victoria know, it is hard to find space to create. I am extremely thankful for my lovely studio space at the Vancouver Island School of Art (VISA)!

This coming Saturday, December 16th, from 12-4 VISA will be hosting their annual Open House, showcasing student artworks created over this past semester. This is a fantastic event full of really interesting art! During the Open House I welcome you to come check out my studio and see what I have been working on lately!

My studio is located on the upper level of the Vancouver Island School of Art.

First door on the right, far right studio.

2549 Quadra St, Victoria

Lately, I have been reading a lot about early whale research. What I find hard to get over is the idea of trying to depict something that you have never seen before… and to strive for accuracy.

In early pursuits of science this happened frequently. Although explorers often had skilled artists on board to document the discovery of new plants, animals and geography, there was often too much to record in the moment. Many detailed descriptions of strange creatures were recorded and brought back to later be captured by the artists’ hand.

At this point in history mystery covered the surface of the oceans and sailors sailed filled with excitement and fear. In these far distant reaches of the globe lived a multitude of monsters and fanciful creatures that challenged the very limits of imagination.

This gets even harder when you consider creatures that only reveal themselves momentarily while they take a breath. Only showing a fraction of their bodies. These artists had to employ both their observational powers as well as a healthy imagination to fill in the blanks. They were trying desperately to see what they did not know.

I started this series of drawings on the premise of trying not to see what I do know. After drawing and painting 100’s of whales I feel like I have a good understanding of what they look like and how to draw them. As a fun challenge I decided to try to draw them with my eyes closed to see if what I come up with has a similar feel to that of early whale drawings. With a specific whale species in mind I closed my eyes, pictured a whale and slowly and hesitantly drew the outer line. Then, I went back into each drawing adding in the detail.

Recently I’ve been going back to an idea that I have been working on for a while now about alternative ways of mapping. Previously I made a few series of embossed charts focused on areas of high whale activity. The Strait of Gibraltar, the Maldives, the east coast of New Zealand’s South Island, the Alaskan Archipelago, etc. I have spent a lot of time researching and thinking about these places and which ones to include. And yet I actually live in a special whale place, which it seems I had overlooked.

The waters around Vancouver Island, our Gulf Islands and the San Juan Islands are some of the richest, most fertile in the world. Our waters resemble a swirling pot of soup, thick and green with marine plant life (both micro and macroscopic), filter feeders, bottom feeders, amphipods, isopods, crustaceans and creatures abounding. Some whales travel great distances to come to our local waters to feed, while other consider it their permanent residence.  This is a special location that we get to share with some of the most awe-inspiring and complex creatures on the globe. The waters here are deep, riddled with fault lines, trenches and broken islands. The currents that flow between the island patchwork are strong and stir this bubbling pot of sea-soup.

Living on an island has its benefits. The main, and obvious, one being that it never takes long to get to the ocean. Anytime I am at the ocean I look for whales. Zigzagging an invisible search pattern back and forth from the horizon, across the waves, to the shore below and back again. Once in a long time I see something. A flash of white on the distant horizon. It disappears as quickly as I’m able to register it. I see it a few more times and then it disappears entirely. The other day my husband pointed out a black shape gliding effortlessly through the waves. It looked big. Like a giant, fallen tree born by some hidden current. Yet it appeared to be moving of its own will. Straining my eyes, it moved further and further away making it impossible to tell. It is these moments when I start to doubt myself and believe in sea monsters. After all, if I did see something it must only be a tiny speck of some mammoth creature lurking below. Really, it could be anything.

Often this is my experience of seeing “whales”. Yet every once in a while they reveal themselves in way that stops my heart, sends chills through my body and catches me mid breath. I am always searching for whales from the shore. But I am not sure that I actually believe I will see one. Then it happens. Rising from the undisturbed water with the power of a machine and the delicacy of a dancer. Throwing its body into the air then thundering down, crashing through the surface. My blood stands still. I am filled with respect for this giant creature that at one moment is a ghost that makes me question and doubt myself and the next a thundering beast towering over me and my own significance.

….but back to art. Recently I have been working on a series of local, underwater charts. Places that I know well. Places that I have been. Places that I have even seen whales. We are used to seeing maps of places, but are only given half of the information.  Water is often described as flat, blue, negative spaces defining the shapes of land and the information contained inside. In these charts I do the reversal. Allowing the flat, black shapes of land to punch holes through the water. And giving me the freedom to look at this place I call home from another angle.

For more images of this series, please click here.

I am proud of have this brand new series of embossed charts displayed in The Shop by Rhubarb Designs on Salt Spring Island. If you are in the area, please check them out!