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February Art Month

Inspired by our January felting & looming workshop at Leola’s Studio, Renaissance Woman Sheila challenged the rest of us to commit to creating art every day for a month.

We thought it was a great idea, and each signed up for a few days in February. (Not coincidentally, the shortest month of the year …)

As a result, 28 pieces of art were created by our collective of members. On March 2 we came together at Teafarm to celebrate Art Month and “show and tell” our work.

Here are our creations:

February 1

Love is in the Air, by Sheila Ie:

Love Is In The Air, 2013, Sheila Ie
(graphite, chalk pastel, oil pastel on Canson Art Paper)

February 2

A homemade-from-scratch Thai dinner, by Cindy J:

Thai tofu and vegetable stir fry with Thai peanut sauce.
Thai hot and sour soup.
Thai salad rolls with an authentic dipping sauce.
Delicious fried pineapple with fresh lime and toasted coconut for dessert!

February 3

A springtime necklace, by Patti Talbot:

A crochet daisy made with soy yarn, sterling silver hook, leather cord necklace.

February 4

Some subversive cross stitch, by me:

Cross stitch using long-neglected craft supplies. Fonts courtesy of Subversive Cross Stitch.

February 5

A soother clip, made by Kim K:

February 6

Daffodils by Kim K — one of our photographers:

Photograph by Kim Kitchen.

February 7

“Morning Cupcake, Any Way I like It,” by Sheila Ie:

“Morning Cupcake, Any Way I like It,” Oil Pastel, Ink and Chalk Pastel, by Sheila Ie

February 8

Tessa says: “I gave myself a one hour time limit and the task of creating a thank-you card for a friend.”

“Heart beets,” by Tessa (lino blocking)

February 9

Brenda says: “I like to create small spaces for special things in my home and office. This is my Wild Woman corner that I have had in every office for a decade – my ‘wild woman’ does not like sitting in front of a computer all day, so I give her things to play with while I am working. I just made this one yesterday in my new office – I change it up from time to time just to keep things fun.”

February 10

Maeve says: Acrylic on canvas paper. First time painting with something other than children’s washable paints. I call it “What my heart looks like on the inside when I watch my daughters dance an Irish jig in their pyjamas.”

“What my heart looks like on the inside when I watch my daughters dance an Irish jig in their pyjamas,” by Maeve (acrylic on canvas paper)

February 11

Cindy J’s art: “It is wet felted and finished with needle felting. My inspiration was drawn from the amazing new energy and growth being brought forth by spring, so appropriately titled Spiralling Energy.”

“Spiralling Energy,” by Cindy J (wet felting)

February 12

Patrick Friesen, poet

My 2nd art day! I gave myself an art moment by attending one of the Writers on Campus poetry readings. It was WONDERFUL to hear poetry in Duncan. Here are some of my favourite lines from Patrick Friesen tonight:

“I felt like I was walking over a plowed field.”

“You come home with stones from the beach and then you wonder why you bothered.”

” . . . naked in your green dress . . .”

“I don’t like long cars. They hold a human like a tiny seed.”

Also, the word “anaphora.”

February 13

Preschooler Valentines by Sheila Ie, made with construction paper, tissue, glue:

Preschooler Valentines by Sheila Ie, made with
construction paper, tissue, glue

February 14

Patti says: Meet “Florencia,” my beautiful piece of turquoise seaglass found at Florencia Beach, Tofino. I made a lovely cage for her out of copper.

“Florencia,” by Patti (beach glass and copper)

February 15

“Tofino Dream Catcher,” by Patti:

“Tofino Dream Catcher,” by Patti

February 16

Linda’s poem:

To the mountains! we declared.
A roaring midnight fever
silenced our call.

This rare February day
so bathed in sunshine,
now spent indoors
snuggled on a couch
with books tottering
piled high on blanket folds.

We took council by the fire
with chicken soup
and stories of camping
years past and those to come.

And tonight I sit in gratitude
for tottering books
and this messy life
with her gifts
of unexpected pauses
and so full of fevered blessings.

February 17

Maeve playing “Chariots of Fire” on the piano with video footage of her amazing daughters:

February 18

For my 3rd art day I experimented with hand-quilting designs, using some drawn designs and some freehand. I usually just stitch the seams of my quilts (straight lines), but after seeing Angie’s designs on one of her quilts I was inspired to try this. This quilt has been my “play” quilt — I used it to learn how to hand-stitch curved pieces.

Hand-quilted designs by Heather McLeod (back of quilt)

Front of quilt (look carefully to see the yellow thread …):

Hand-quilted designs by Heather McLeod (front of quilt)

February 19

Katie made fridge magnets featuring Bruce Springsteen. She says: “The picture of him in the toque is from 1975, the year Born to Run came out.”

Bruce Springsteen fridge magnets, by Katie Harris

February 20

Angie says this about her quilt: “I’ve been working on it since November, with a fabric line called Botany. It’s my first full quilt, and a whole lot more work than I had anticipated (I thought it would be done for Christmas, which is so comical they could make a movie about it). I used a shot glass for the circle patterns, a ruler for the lines and a leaf template for the, well, the leaves 🙂 Today, to make sure I was doing something arty and specific to to our goal of trying something new, I changed up my pattern for the edge (gasp!), which I was going to leave plain, and did some crazy freestyle.”

Angie’s quilt, with hand-stitched designs.

February 21

“When the dog bites, when the bee stings,” by Heather K. (mixed media collage)

“When the dog bites, when the bee stings,” by Heather K. (mixed media collage)

February 22

Sheila Z. calls this ‎”The Art of Thrifting.” She says: “a roll of salvaged vintage upholstery webbing, a thrifted hanger, and a creation to chart your little bundle of love’s growth.”

‎”The Art of Thrifting,” made by Sheila with salvaged materials.

February 23

Pressed flowers from last summer made into tiny fairy cards made Linda D:

Pressed flowers from last summer made into tiny fairy cards by Linda D.

February 24

Heather K says: “This is what happens when the dog wakes the baby from his nap, the one you were counting on to make some art! This was co-created by myself and daughter Sami after a family hike down to the water where we found the driftwood. It’s called “fairy seahorse”. Her vision; I merely followed instructions.”

February 25

Cindy J says:

Yoga! I feel an hour and a half practice is most definitely an artistic expression. And since I cannot share this visually with you (thank goodness), here are some of my feelings, emotional and physical, during yesterday’s art of the practice of yoga:

breathe
open
focus
calm
grow
holy moly I can’t hold this any longer
free
moonlight
still
strong
revive
alive

Namaste, my Renaissance sisters.

February 26

When one of our members was unable to art it up, Sheila Z. came to rescue with this snazzy magazine holder. She made it using burlap from the same roll she turned into her February 22 art, plus a thrift shop-ed frame (shown on the top left). Final product is on the right!

Magazine stand, made with salvaged materials from thrift shops.

February 27

“Jewelry Graveyard Resurrection,” by Tessa.

She says: “My art tonight was taking a few broken necklaces, and mending and mixing them together to make a new one! Many of my ‘art’ projects are often more creative repair projects.”

Jewelry Graveyard Resurrection, by Tessa.

February 28

“Quick trip on a Rocket Ship,” by Sheila Ie (Oil Pastel, Chalk Pastel, Black Ink Pen, Illustration Marker, Paper 2013)

“Quick trip on a Rocket Ship,” by Sheila Ie (Oil Pastel, Chalk Pastel, Black Ink Pen, Illustration Marker, Paper 2013)

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A Meeting of Minds

I was so nervous before our first meeting. There would be speaking in front of a group. This group was comprised of some of the most remarkable women I’ve met in my three years in Duncan. They were all superstars. I didn’t want to be in charge, to tell them what the rules were and the lofty achievements I expected from them as participants. I wanted it to be a collective effort, a shared experience.

They were so gracious and supportive, reclining on the cosy couches of Affinity Guesthouse, sipping their Teafarm tea and praising the bizarre food I’d brought them. Green tea cookies, baked an hour before. Sprouted wheat bread — “manna bread,” as Vanessa called it. Garlic scape jelly that Cindy had made and given me. Cheese made from yogurt, a byproduct of the whey extraction necessary to make the fermented sodas that they bravely drank. The kombucha in a pickle jar. The menu theme was “things I learned to make in 2010.” Not-so-subtle inspiration for our year ahead.

I lurched through the notes I’d made, explaining what I thought the group could be, the commitment I was proposing, the guidelines that I thought would keep us on track. Heather K. nodded encouragingly, Maeve backed me up on the “women only” rule. The two requirements for our group were:

  1. commit to learning a new practical skill as a group once a month in 2011, and
  2. commit to sharing your experience through your art, whatever that may be.

I’d invited writers/bloggers, two photographers, an audio artist, jewellery makers, print makers, and numerous Jane-of-all-trades, or “dabblers” as Vanessa self-identified.

A print by Tanya, Renaissance Woman

We brainstormed the skills we’d always wanted to learn: how to milk a cow, how to make bread from a sourdough starter, how to shoot a gun. How to back up a trailer. We used up all the poster-sized sheets of paper I’d brought, taping them to the large windows along the North wall. Who knew there were this many skills to learn? Most of us are in our 30s: what have we been doing with our lives?

Then we voted with markers, “x”ing or checking or smiley-facing 10 skills each. I felt powerful, selecting what I would do over the next year. Literally choosing, with every smiley face.

By this point we had become a group. I didn’t want to interrupt the conversations that had started. Many of these women had heard of one another. Some knew each other, but mostly superficially. In our introductions we’d shared our names, what kind of art we did, and any practical skills we had. It was an inventory of superpowers, and we were a powerful bunch.

Eventually I read out the skills that had received the most votes. These were our top 10 skills, and would be our priorities for the months ahead:

  • make, distill and use essential oils
  • make fermented sodas and other fermented drinks (kombucha)
  • make yogurt
  • milk a cow/goat/water buffalo
  • cheese making & wine appreciation
  • sew from a pattern
  • identify wild, edible plants and mushrooms
  • use sourdough starter to make bread
  • make ice cream, without an ice cream maker
  • make soap

We also had four “runner up” skills that would be our back-ups, in case we couldn’t find a cheesemaker teacher or get together enough sewing machines:

  • beekeeping
  • build a cob oven
  • make paper
  • kill a chicken & process it

With five vegetarians in the group and only four votes being cast in favour of learning the skill, the chicken workshop was relegated to the bottom of the list.

Some of us then volunteered to organize a workshop: our February meeting now depends on who confirms a workshop first.

At some point in the discussion the name “Renaissance Women” was suggested, which was generally adopted despite my inability to spell it without help. I promised to set up a group emailing list to facilitate private group communication and a Facebook Page to share our experiences with our friends.

And so: whew. I made it through our first meeting thanks to two cups of herbal tea, a cookie that Katie had brought, and a piece of Heather K.’s amazing olive oil, rosemary and chocolate cake to calm my anxiety. Now that the ship has launched, I can relax on deck and get to know my fellow passengers. And I will have to start writing again.