My boxes arrived on Monday, about 1/2 an hour before I and my parent left for a suite to escape the delightful sound of concrete being removed with a jack hammer and the subsequent dust. So still no art. I have spent the last week locked into a small luxury condo with two whiny elders. The carpet is too lush, the chairs won’t slide…. Tomorrow we head home and eventually I will make it through the mess to my room to unpack my boxes, or at least the ones with my clothes and books.
Anyway, one of the things my parents have is a wall hanging I created in the early 80’s. Back in the 80s I escaped the Edmonton winters and moved to Vancouver. On Granville Island I discovered Barbara Heller. Barbara does the most wonderful tapestry weaving. I fell in love and took several workshops from her. I learned more about colour from Barbara and tapestry weaving then any other course I have ever taken. At that time Barbara was doing a lot of images with rocks and just starting her ghost images so the tapestry my parents have is definitely derivative of her work.
It is based on a path to the beach on Hornby Island. I had friends living there, home steading. It is a gorgeous calm lovely island.
I did a few more tapestries which family and friends own but they are very time consuming and when I was pregnant with my youngest I found it impossible to sit in the position I needed for the many hours it takes. Of course after Vanessa was born, large blocks of time disappeared and instead of weaving I started knitting small dolls, something small, portable and easily put down. These dolls are about 6 inches tall. They are the first dolls that eventually grew into the ones I make today.