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Since moving to Tillsonburg, Ontario, I have more time to do my art. I’m a member of the Bridge Street Artists at the Station Arts Centre and generally attend the Monday afternoon drop-in painting studio.
Painting is a relatively new endeavour for me. I took two series of art classes in acrylic painting from Lori Sokoluk, a Vancouver artist. I liked the way that Lori taught — a little bit of technique at the beginning of the session followed by just picking up a paint brush and diving in! And at the end of 6 sessions, I had a completed painting — that was pretty impressive to me. So of course I went back for another series of classes and through this, Lori and I became friends.
I’ve now picked up watercolour painting. The group of people I paint with on Monday afternoons, all do watercolour, so I thought I should give it a try. Then I took a course to learn some technique. I must admit I was surprised by watercolor – it’s not as difficult as I expected, once you learn how.
A community arts centre is a great place for new artists as it offers support, instruction and an opportunity to exhibit your work. There are two galleries at Station Arts: The Changing Exhibit Gallery, which is for established artists and The Bridge Street Gallery, which I like to refer to as the members’ gallery. Even a newbie like me can exhibit artwork.
It’s been quite thrilling to see my art up on the walls in the members’ gallery. I even had four pieces on show in the annual Potters and Painters Exhibit in the main gallery. And the biggest thrill is when something sells! Here are a few of my paintings — note: I’m still working on taking good photographs of my artwork.
Jian Ghomeshi, the host of Q on CBC Radio 1 is a big fan of David Bowie. I am too. On Q, Jian had the chance to talk to two of the curators who created the original show for the Victoria and Albert Museum in London England. It was interesting to hear how they put it together having to pull from 10’s of thousands of artifacts. Thankfully, Bowie saved everything, but unlike you or I who might also save everything, his stuff matters.
If you go to Q’s Facebook page, Jian took a short video along with his comments. Jian being such a big fan probably knows more about Bowie than many of us. I posted a message to Jian and urged him to go back to the Exhibit and give us more visuals and more comments for those fans who won’t able to make it. The AGO in Toronto is the only stop in Canada and the next closest stop is Chicago. Seeing the exhibit through Jian’s eyes with his personal comments and back story, could be the next best thing; your own private guided tour.
I saw Bowie for the Ziggy Stardust tour. I was with my brother Dennis and his girlfriend and my cousin Ron. Bowie put on a spectacular show both musically and visually even though it was at a massive concert stadium in Detroit. Back then, Detroit was a thriving rock and roll city. I must be getting old(er) but I’ not sure whether I saw Bowie a 2nd time…I think I did. If I did, it was probably a concert in Vancouver because that is where I lived for 30 + years. I don’t often go see more than one concert by an artist, but I think I might have made an exception for Bowie.
“David Bowie Is” is much more than about his music. It shows how he created the music, the costumes, the fashion and the art. I can’t wait to go see the exhibit to get a chance to see inside the man as artist.
- 18 — an exceptional but high-end restaurant – good for a special occasion;
- La Botega – located in Byward Market. It’s a grocery store in the front and a deli/café in the back.
- Royal Thai
- Les Pyrenees – very close to Holder; it’s always busy – good place to try for breakfast or lunch. It’s a chacouterie.
- Holder — a typical French restaurant
- La Grillade – a Lebanese restaurant. Get your lunch to go or there is a small patio
- Bakery Le Paillard (not sure if the word Bakery is part of name) — for breakfast or lunch — croissants, pastries
What do Morocco, Edinburgh and Whitehorse have in common? Well they are all places where I travelled. I happened to come across an on-line store selling Moroccan poufs. And so my train of thought started chugging along and this post is the result.
My friend Susan L. bought a pouffe (aka pouf) when we were in Morocco. She bought it as we made our way back to the ferry returning us to Spain. She’s a real shopper who can make a snap decision! I don’t know if she still has it, but it looks like they never go out of style!
Imagine an Edinburgh store called Bohemia carrying Moroccan poufs. But then again Edinburg is very cosmopolitan. When Susan and I we were in Edinburgh on another trip we were quite excited to see a Turkish restaurant near our hotel. Susan and I had travelled to Turkey on our first major trip and absolutely loved it. Unfortunately the restaurant was closed. Actually it was Canadian Thanksgiving and we thought it would have been quite cool to eat at a Turkish restaurant while visiting Edinburgh, much better in my mind than sitting around a big turkey dinner back in Canada.
Edinburg did give a nod to Canada by hosting a fabulous Canadian art exhibit. And in that art gallery was a Camera Obscura – a delightful new finding to both of us even though we were both kind of camera buffs. If you ever get a chance to see a camera obscura – do take the time. You could easily even build one like they did in Dawson City where I went several years later with another friend named Susan. We were attending a music festival and had driven up from Whitehorse with her kids. We stayed in a perfectly adorable camper parked at her friends place. We were in the land of the midnight sun!
Hmnn…from Morocco to Edinburgh to Dawson City. I think it all makes perfect sense!
Crepes rather than pancakes were more the norm in our household. And we called them palacinta – the Hungarian version of a crepe.
We filled ours with a sweetened cottage cheese filling with a sprinkling of cinnamon and sometimes some raisins. We spread the filling over the crepe – not to close to the edges, and then rolled them up. There was a nifty trick to holding the palacinta in our hands – you bent it in half and put the back half between your pinky and ring finger and the front half was placed between your first finger and thumb. And if you didn’t like the cottage cheese filling, you could spread it with homemade strawberry jam.
Over the years I have added more variations such as drizzling a nice warm fruit compote on top or using ricotta instead of cottage cheese. My cousin tells me she makes them with a walnut filling which sounds absolutely fabulous. I think my sisters and I would like them with a poppy seed filling. Of course these new variations necessitate eating them with a fork and knife. Until now, I had forgot about the original way to eat palacinta. Perhaps I’ll make them for Fat Tuesday / Pancake Day or Shrove Tuesday.
Sunday morning breakfast at Prospect House – yes breakfast, not brunch. Something I’m not all that familiar with. When on my own, I try to sleep past breakfast and move straight to brunch. In Vancouver, I often walked over to my favourite restaurant, which closed, God Rest it’s Soul, to eat brunch at The Wild Garlic. Luckily I was in Vancouver in March 2012 and enjoyed a couple of brunches with friends and dinner out with some good friends who were also regulars. It was a small, stylist, friendly restaurant where the people who worked there were always happy to see you arrive. Big hello’s, how are you doing?, and even some hugs when I had to say goodbye. Little did I know that the restaurant would later close. Sad news indeed. This little café served the best breakfast in the City. Perfect basted eggs, perfect fried potatoes, some grilled Italian sausage, perfect toast and a damn good cup of coffee, bottomless. And the price couldn’t be beat. When I first went, the price was unbelievably cheap at $3.50 and over several years the final price was $6.00. The quality stayed the same and even at that price, it was a good deal. The menu also offered eggs benedict, French Toast, omelettes – most items had a hint of garlic and sometimes a nod the owner’s heritage, with barbequed pork or bok choy. Sandy was from Hong Kong. I wonder what she is doing now that the restaurant is closed.
It was my go-to place where I would take my friends and family, but most often I went on my own, read The Georgia Straight, a section of The Globe & Mail or The Vancouver Sun and sometimes I’d take one of my novels. As much as I enjoyed taking my friends, I truly enjoyed going on my own. I never felt lonely or sad to be eating by myself because I always had someone to talk with. It was an open style kitchen so I got to know the chefs. In the morning it was an older Chinese woman and later the young male chef would arrive to start prepping for the dinner crowd. The waitresses were friendly – always smiling and very efficient. But I digress, as this post is about my Sunday morning breakfast at Prospect House.
These musings didn’t start as a post, but instead it was an email that I sent to a friend, Pat. This is what I told her about my early Sunday morning:
“Up, too bright and early for me. I’m working at Prospect House, so I’m cooking breakfast. There’s only one resident this morning, Norman, and myself. I should have asked him if he wanted to sleep in this morning, because he seems to be doing just that. It’s 8:10 and he’s not down yet. Usually, the residents show up right on time for meals. Oh well, the coffee is ready, the bacon is keeping warm on the stove and I have time for an email.”
I was writing to her because I wanted to send her a link to the Oxford Artists’ website so that she could see the artwork of Krista Osinga. She was the Artist of the Month for January at Station Arts and Pat hadn’t been.
I went on to tell Pat that “I had sent Krista an email following her show saying how I liked her work, etc. It was quite a nice, complimentary email.” Krista had quite a unique style using coffee as her paint for a full range of browns from dark brown-black to ruddy reds. “I guess I wrote her a fan email by telling her how I loved her style and technique, the subject matter which included old trucks, farm tractors, animals – all of which was perfect for the rural roots that most people in Tillsonburg, including me, are familiar. I mentioned that I couldn’t find a website for her. I just got her reply last night, and disappointingly, Krista didn’t even acknowledge my kind, enthusiastic words.
This is what she wrote, and I quote: I’m one of the artist on the artists of oxford website. Just do a serch (sic) for it and I’m their (sic) with the other members. artistsofoxford.com, end quote. Frankly, I think she needs a lesson in PR. I like her art very much, but this cryptic email didn’t leave a very good impression. Is it because she’s young? Did she send her email from her phone and therefore she’s used to texting short emails? Is she already jaded at this early stage of her career? Or was she just in a hurry to get out her response since I had sent the email about 10 – 14 days ago. Maybe she doesn’t like email – too old-fashioned compared to texting or twitter? Although, the bio I picked up at the Gallery only listed an email address and as I already said, my google search didn’t turn up any links to this artist. So perhaps in addition to a PR lesson, she also needs a lesson in SEO (Search Engine Optimization) in order to get her name to pop up within the first page of a web search. She’s young, I’m older, maybe is it the proverbial generation gap?”
And there I go, and digress again. Back to Sunday morning breakfast at Prospect House. My email continued: “Well Norm is downstairs for breakfast – a little sleepy, but he’s having his first cup of coffee and I’m about to fry up some eggs. As the cobwebs cleared from his head we had a nice chat over breakfast. I was much more awake than him because I had now been up since 7:30 am, cooked breakfast and had finished one cup of coffee.
I tried to hold back my chatter – I was wide awake and anxious to talk. I asked Norm if he knew the term ‘full bifter’ or ‘half-bifter’? Or does it have two ‘f’s’ and spelled ‘biffter’?. He did not. This is a term I’ve used for some time and found out it was also in use by my Scottish friend Ronnie. We tried to find out the origin of the word and I think Ronnie even asked a librarian friend all to no avail. I use the term to mean something like ‘everything on it’ as in a pizza, the full bifter would mean the pizza had every possible topping. A full English breakfast or fry-up could also be called a full bifter when it has eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans, fried potatoes and toast. A half-bifter might only be several of those items. I think this was too much information for Norm while he was still trying to wake up so I went back to eating my breakfast.”
Now as I’m writing this post, I have a sick feeling about the word ‘full bifter’. We used to call the toilet or outhouse ‘the biffy’. I hope ‘full bifter’ isn’t related to this term. I leave it to your imagination to figure out how those two terms could be related. But again I digress.
As I write this, I’m half listening to Michael Enright on The Sunday Edition on CBC 1 that plays from 9 am to 12 noon. Right now there is a feature about MS focussing on the question of whether it is caused by a deficiency of Vitamin D? It seems to mostly affect people of European ancestry which includes many of us that live in Canada. Is it the northern climate? Is it a white persons’ disease? In Canada 133 people get MS while in India only 1 person will get the disease. India is a Vitamin D rich country and is a different ethnicity. The show is also featuring interviews with people considering the ‘Liberation Therapy’. Time to stop writing and listen to this interesting program.
It’s a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. There is a deep blanket of pristine white snow which fell through the night and most of the day on Friday. There are some snowflakes fluttering out of the sky. It’s a perfect day.