A couple of new and modern looks for your photographs is sublimation printing or facemounting. Go to the link below for an article prepared by Opus Art Supplies (Vancouver, BC) to see what it’s all about. This technique is becoming more popular and you can find suppliers locally that can do this for you.
These methods provide a very modern look that will set your art apart. There is no need for matting, glass or a frame making it a lightweight piece of art. These techniques are very durable and long-lasting.
Sublimation printing involves ‘printing’ the image onto clear-coated aluminum or onto a high-gloss finish of white-coated aluminum. Facemount printing ‘starts with a pigment-based ink and fine art digital paper – either resin-coated gloss photo paper or Moab Slickrock Metallic Pearl. The print is then laminated onto an aluminum composite backing, and faced with a clear adhesive, permanently mounted to acrylic’.
I’ve seen these methods used by members of my photography club and used in a recent exhibit at Tillsonburg Station Arts. The method you choose will depend on the subject matter and colours invovled. Do you want the metal to show through? Do you want a bright glossy white background to make your colours pop? Bright colours are stunning when faced with acrylic.
Thanks to Opus Art Supplies for this excellent article on these methods.
Two speciality fine art papers available for home printing are Moab Slickrock Metallic pearl and CANSON INFINITY Arches Aquarelle. The Metallic pearl promises to “transforms an image into lifelike, almost three dimensional quality.” The Arches paper “is a popular mould-made watercolour paper with a warm white tone. … is made with 100% Rag, is internally buffered to resist gas fading, and is acid-free to avoid paper degradation.”
When I lived in Vancouver I shopped at Opus Art Supplies. Unfortunately they don’t have any stores in Ontario although you can order on-line, but there is a charge for shipping. The beauty of this site though is their section on How-To’s, Video Demos and a library of written material like this article.
So get that photo off your electronic device or camera and make some art!
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.
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!
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 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, 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 to Sandy, the owner’s Hong Kong heritage, with barbequed pork or bok choy. 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 too. 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. 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.”
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.
March 12, 2010. I’m still basking in the after-glow of my party on Saturday night. I felt like a Queen. There were flowers, more flowers and even more flowers. My secret wish for flowers came true and now my apartment looks like spring has sprung!
Pam arrived right on 7:30 pm, which if you knew Pam, you might be surprised at her punctuality. But she was coming straight from work, and it being a Saturday, she managed to get out of the office at a decent time, despite a client walking in 5 minutes before closing wanting to book a holiday. I was glad it was Pam because I wasn’t ready – in fact I was flat-out on my bed taking a power nap when the buzzer went. Pam helped me polish up the wine and martini glasses, lay out the tablecloth, set up the bar and do some last-minute party preparation. As an incentive, Pam poured us some milagro ‘sipping’ tequila sprinkled with cinnamon and followed by a wedge of a juicy orange. I think the tequila gave me that energy boost I needed.
The food was great — a platter of sushi – something you cannot get in Tillsonburg; mini quiches, sausage rolls, spanokapitas, dry cashews, deviled eggs, delightful chinese nibbles with a yummy sauce, cheese, a box of chocolatey petite bites and some cannolli…did I leave anything out? It was a feast! No wonder everyone was hovering near the food. A big thank-you to my friends for their generosity in bringing such delicious food.
There was a steady stream of people arriving – quick hellos, big hugs and kisses. What a feeling when you see someone for the first time in ten long months. It’s a bit surreal, but at the same time, those ten months seemed more like only ten weeks — it’s been a while, but it didn’t feel anywhere close to a year. It felt natural as if time had stood still or had moved in very slow motion. But I hugged a little harder and longer, because my heart knew there had been a long absence.
I enjoy watching the new connections being made among my friends. I overheard Lori, MJ and Ellen talking about getting together to play golf. Those who attended my martinis and cupcake party last spring were now coming together again, no longer strangers.
We got into some story telling because two of my former roommates from the condo on Barclay Street were there — MJ and Lane. When MJ moved in, it was about the same time as that scary movie called “Single White Woman” was out. I refused to go see the movie which is about two women who are strangers decide to share a place in response to an ad, and I think the roommate turns out to be a psychotic killer. I’m sure in MJ’s description of the movie, it was the other roommate, which would be me, that was the crazy killer.
Sometimes when art imitates life, it gets you thinking. That’s how it was with MJ and me since we had quite a few similarities: we were both paralegals, we both loved to sail, we both loved travel and reading books; but at least we had one difference – she had long hair and my hair was cropped short. I don’t think MJ and I ever talked about this movie, but we each independently spoke to our friends about it. I know I told my best friend Susan that “if she ever cuts her hair like mine, then I’m out of here”! Well of course, some weeks later, MJ comes in with a short hair cut similar to mine. Oh yes, did I tell you we both had black hair! Last night she told me that once when I was away, she had to go check in my bedroom and bathroom to make sure nothing weird was lurking hidden away behind closed doors. I think she was able to relax after that.
Lane was my last roommate at Barclay Street before I moved here to Laguna Vista. Lane and I lived together for 6 years and I liked to kid that it was the longest relationship that I ever had. The next year she got married to John and as their anniversaries started to pile up, John was very pleased to tell me, once their 6th year anniversary passed, that I no longer lived longer with Lane than he did.
Of course Lane is a master story-teller and she had us in stitches. The short of it is, by time she got to me, she had already checked out quite a few other shared accommodation ads and had become very disillusioned. Now to call Lane a ‘diva’ would not be an overstatement – although I think she prefers princess and she wasn’t having much luck in finding something to meet the style to which she had become accustomed. She was starting to think she would return to California or London, England, two of the last places she had lived before trying Vancouver. Luckily, Lane hadn’t completely given up hope yet. Even though she was already hip to ads that didn’t accurately reflect reality, she decided to meet me anyway. Well, the rest is history. She loved the place and we got on very nicely. And soon we were making lime margaritas, eating Miss Vickies chips and getting ‘liquored-up’ on many a night. I guess you can say we bonded.
And the great thing about roommates like MJ and Lane, is that we became friends and I got to meet their friends and they got to meet mine. I guess you could say that it is networking at its best. And now when I have a party or Lane and John has a party, we bring our friends together, and what could be better than that.
So the party was a success! So even though in some ways this was a going away party, it didn’t have that sadness or finality to it because I will be seeing most of these friends again over the next two weeks. Thanks everyone for making me so happy on Saturday night by your presence in my home.
Pictures from the party will follow soon. I’m still not very good at getting pictures from my camera to the computer. Wish me luck!
March 7 & 8, 2012. Not quite what the weatherman predicted, but the sun did come out mid-afternoon. If it reached 8 degrees it didn’t feel as warm as I would have expected. First stop was coffee at Milano where I met my friend Wanda Chau and her lovely Olde English Bulldog Kate. A good strong latte was just what I needed to give me some pep. Wanda is a chef and operates Bah! Baked at Home – you can find her delectable baking at The Baker’s Market, call her up for a special made-to-order batch of my favourite gingersnap cookies and to-die-for mini cupcakes. She will also come to your home to prepare a meal for your dinner party or she might be giving cooking lessons at the Cook Shop. We met while I volunteered with Soup Sisters where she graciously donated her time and expertise in the kitchen to oversee soup-making by groups of like-minded charitable souls at either Quince or The Dirty Apron, two of Vancouver’s fine cooking schools.
Next was a walk in Stanley Park which was teaming with squirrels, ducks, Canada Geese and Blue Herons – all to Kate’s delight. We dropped by The Fish House hoping to see Karen Barnaby, Executive Chef, but she was busy with a photo shoot. We continued on our way to the corner of Denman and Davie for our own photo shoot by The Laughing Man sculptors – an incredible sight to see and walk among the giant sculptors of, you guessed it, laughing men, all based on the artist’s own likeness. It’s part of the Biennale but looks like it may become a permanent installation as the City has the opportunity to keep it for the next 20 years.
Our tour of my ‘west of Denman’ neighbourhood took us along Denman Street where I pointed out the House of empanadas, a new little eatery I tried for lunch yesterday, passed another new shop – Ayoub’s dried fruits and nuts which is as beautiful to look at as is delicious to eat, an authentic Iranian shop with silver display cases and crystal chandeliers, unlike anything I have every seen before. We walked and talked until we ended up by the Safeway grocery store where we parted ways.
It was so good to get out walking in the fresh air, something it seems I’ve forgotten how to do since I’ve been living in small town Tillsonburg where I have access to my Dad’s car. In Vancouver, it’s second nature for me to walk everywhere – something I will find easier to do when I return to Ontario as I will be moving to a house which is close to the downtown making walking an option again.
Yesterday I got together with my good friend Claudette. We’ve known each other since our days in Whistler in 1979 when we worked at the old Cheakamus Hotel. Today we’re a couple of 50+ women, but back in Whistler – well we both have stories we like to reminisce about when we were both a little wild and crazy. That carried on for a while when we both moved to Vancouver and lived in the same apartment building on Pendrell Street. In those days we liked to go out and party at The Railway Club, concerts at The Commodore and all the other hot spots at that time. I still remember playing The Talking Heads full blast on the stereo as our preamble to our night on the town. I’m sure no one who saw us eating dinner at Zefferelli’s last night would ever suspected we were those same young women!
The great thing about Zefferelli’s – of course the fantastic food, is that their plate of pasta is huge and I almost always take half home. So tonight was Zefferelli’s Part Two – house made pasta with a crab and artichoke cream sauce.
So a couple more things checked off on my list of things I want to do while here in Vancouver. Claudette and I started off on South Granville at Starbucks for coffee, we strolled along Granville Street popping in and out of the many independent art galleries. The best was the whimsical and colourful art of Glenn Payan at the Ian Tan Gallery which I can best describe as reminding me of the scenery in Dr. Seus’s movie adaptation of The Lorax. Next we transported ourselves by bus over the bridge to get to Robson Street where Milestone’s was our destination for a pre-dinner Bellini. Too bad I got several brain freezes which migrated such that I also felt it in my chest. Can’t say I enjoyed that aspect of the drink – maybe I’ll have to ask them to warm it up to room temperature for me. Is that a sign of getting old?. And last, but certainly not least, was dinner out at Zefferellis which calls itself a sophisticated spaghetti joint.
Zefferelli’s has hardly changed during the last 20 + years that I’ve been coming. I wouldn’t be sorry to see them get new chairs – there’s something odd about them that you instantly notice when you sit. The truth of the matter I think it’s the tables that are too short. But once you get lost into your glass of wine, their in-house baked bread served with their Italian version of salsa, the chairs almost become a moot point. I mentioned these things to our server and she assured me that there was at least one change – there is now a heater in the women’s washroom. It always was mighty cold in there. Another great day and night in Vancouver.
Tuesday March 6, 2012. Another beautiful day in Vancouver – sunny, blue skies and all calm – no wind and no waves on the ocean. Today as I ate my breakfast I was watching the sky looking for the Great Blue Herons. There is a large nesting area just a few blocks away by The Fish House Restaurant. Last year I noticed several herons that would perch on the rooftop of one of the neighbouring apartment buildings. I haven’t seen them yet, but my friend Karen tells me she has spotted them already this season. They are such a magnificent bird.
There is so much life to see outside my window although it doesn’t necessarily move that fast. Off to the right I can see one of the small prop float planes that flies back and forth between Vancouver and Victoria harbours. I saw a ferry in the distance sailing into Horseshoe Bay from Nanaimo. It’s too early to see any of the cruise ships headed to Alaska. And always there are the shipping tankers sitting out on English Bay waiting for a pilot boat to take it into the Port when it’s their turn to unload. I never see any movement on these boats. I wonder if there are very many crew aboard, where have they travelled from, what are they doing on board, are they anxious to reach dry land? Do they dream of jumping ship and claiming refuge in Vancouver?
Karen and Roy invited me to dinner tonight. They have recently moved into an apartment building that I see from my living room window. On the top of the building is a very recognizable orange circular structure. It is a building that is mostly dark at night because few people live there full-time. They live on the third floor with the park wrapped around three sides of their apartment. They call it their treehouse. There’s an interesting back story to this condominium building. I know the woman who lived there before, Phyllis who I met her through my friend Joan. Phyllis is a famous Canadian make-up artist. She lived in an apartment on the location of this new highrise and while all her neighbours sold out, she held firm and insisted that they provide her with a place in the new building. And she won. And this is now the condominium where my friends live. So even if you are one among many, you can succeed as long as you stay strong. I’ve always loved that story and now the story continues because of Karen and Roy.
lt’s five minutes before midnight and my day is over. A little reading, listening to the radio and then lights out for me. Good night!
Interesting movie starring Steve Martin and Clare Danes. A love story perhaps with some hints of Cinderella. Young poor girl working in Saks meets older wealthy man. Steve Martin’s character tries to compartmentalize his relationship with her while she wishes he would love her. Ultimately he breaks her heart telling her “I thought” you understood. She choose to have a broken heart now instead of later when he no longer needed her in his life. She choose wisely. She re-connects with a man she met about the same time as Ray (Roy?). In the intervening year, he changes and is now someone better than who he was and he credits her for encouraging him to just do it. Clare Dane’s character quits her job at Saks, gets a job at an art gallery and then we see her be one of the artists at the gallery. She meets the Martin character again and he realizes what he lost by not allowing her to get close to him. It’s still the right ending.
Can’t make it to Europe to go on an Art tour? Check out the Art Project, powered by Google. Visit galleries, look at painting, see the architecture, etc. I’ve just taken a quick peek at this new site launched by Google on Tuesday February 2, 2011. So far there are 17 leading art galleries with works by more than 450 artists. I’m sure more art galleries will be added in the future. Go check it out at http://www.googleartproject.com/c/faq