Thoughts and Musings

Inscapes: Our Landscapes Within

Inscapes: Our Landscapes Within

I don’t mean to sound dramatic but I feel like my life is about to change. Okay, maybe the dramatics were intentional, but I thought it would be a good opening to this blog entry. This week I have art work featuring in a local upcoming BIPOC exhibition and it feels like a big deal. I’ve had the honour of taking part in a few group shows and a couple of solo exhibitions over the years in Vancouver and in Ireland but this one feels different. I have three pieces in the exhibition, one of them is a new one...

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To Kill the Mockingbird

To Kill the Mockingbird

  Class of 2006, do you remember what we learned in school about racism? Do you remember the book we studied in English class for two years called “To Kill a Mockingbird”? In this book Harper Lee tells the story of Tom Robinson, a harmless black man in a small town in Alabama who is falsely accused of raping a white woman and the court case that follows, from the perspective of Scout, a precocious 6 year old alongside her brother Jem and widowed father who spits words of wisdom throughout the 128 pages of the novel. Pretty big issues...

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Where are you really from?

Where are you really from?

  Attending art college in Ireland was one of the greatest experiences of my young adult life. Here I would be among a myriad of creative weirdos, meet some of my best friends, live away from home for the first time and have the opportunity to create all day every day for four years. However, I left art college feeling somewhat deflated and it's something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.  For the final year of my ceramics programme, I began looking at common proverbs as a starting point for what to base my work on for the year....

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A black lady power circle

A black lady power circle

This photograph was taken earlier this year at Bass Coast festival and it was one of my favourite moments.  I learned so much from my cousin Nikki this summer in the time I got to spend with her and it further helped me to truly step into myself. When she expressed the discomfort she felt being a minority among white people, having spent most of her life in Cameroon, I wanted to tell her that everyone is the same and that she would be treated the same as the white girls but I also knew this wasn’t the reality. I...

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Colouring in with my inner child

Colouring in with my inner child

A few months ago I bought a packet of 24 crayons called “Colours of the world”> It was an assortment of (some) different skin tones. When they arrived, I started to cry. I opened them and began to draw a portrait of my young self, reliving one of my earliest memories.  I was about four years old in primary school. We were required to colour in a drawing of our family. I don’t remember the picture exactly but I remember clearly the panicky feeling I had inside when it came to colouring in the skin of my siblings and father....

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