Tag Archives: collaboarative art

what makes you human?


what makes you human?

have been away. mentally.

i am back with this question for everyone in 2014

what makes you human?

are you able to draw your answer? write it? glue it on? on the front above the question

find one of these cards and use it to answer in whatever way moves you on the front

then drop it in the mail



together it will make an interesting collage

that i will display somehow for nuit blanche ottawa gatineau 2014

i need my collaborators again!!

i will be checking the mail often

off again. this time physically.

talk soon



the result

non-commercial paper – collage 14″ x 11″

made from materials swapped with artist Matthew Taggart


la dame d’henri

a third sister

my ode to Matisse

la dame d’henri – collage and oil 3′ x 2′

she is of course without her resin

i am hesitant to work with the stuff in any humidity


cut flowers

i don’t like how quickly cut flowers wither

so i paint them first


i don’t do flowers justice

better than just dead


dama azul

…with her resin


Gettin’ plastered!

In 1981, or so, I attended the Alberta College of Art. I was five. Or so.

Being the youngest student by about fifteen years (and not “technically” a student) could have been daunting, but as luck would have it, my mother was also a student and introduced me to her friends. I recall being a very popular part of her gang. I also remember well the feeling of confidence that filled me as I skipped across campus, at home amongst my artist colleagues. It is good to be five. My wee brain soaking in the enthusiasm, the constant creating, the inspiration exchange. This is when my collaboARTing began.

One project in particular was a simultaneous joy slash living terror. My mother leading me to the cold damp basement, lying me on the hard floor, placing straws up my nose, and plastering my entire body. I’m cold. Told not to move. The logical half of that little girl knew that the situation required some level of heightened anxiety, but mom had proven trustworthy to that point. More than that, I was entirely bought-in to the project underway. What joyful little girl doesn’t want to be a part of building a life-size edible sculpture of herself made of cake?

Plaster girl as a child

[an aside, I hate cake. Always have. I wonder exactly when that started? hmm…]

I also wonder if my mother knew how much I believed we were partners in all of that? No wonder collaboARTing is such bliss.

This is what filled my head Saturday afternoon, stretched out on my dinning room floor covered in plaster, collaboARTing with my gold star AA on “body parts”. It is started. I like where it is going.

Thank you mom for getting that started.

Thank you AA for getting this started.