Hair Stories

Who doesn’t love going to the hair stylist to be refreshed and revitalized?  It is a great treat to come out of a salon feeling reinvigorated and restored to your beautiful self. Liz, a hair stylist, not only makes you beautiful, she tells amazing stories while she cuts and styles your hair.  Her hands are so expressive, it is a pleasure to watch her work and to listen to her stories. Here are a few: My one and only best Christmas present. the Christmas I got my car- the one and only best Christmas present in 39 years of marriage  …

Home Making, Rustad Galleria, Two Rivers Gallery, Prince George, BC

For many years I have been investigating the theme of “home” as it applies to my life and the memories that I carry with me.  I developed a cache of memories from living in a small cottage-like house,  “The Smallest House Known to Man”, in Winnipeg in the 1970’s that continue to influence my art practice today.  I reconstruct the idea of “house” and experiences of “home” using the memory of  “The Smallest House Known to Man”.  I examine the universal concepts of home and homemaking by enveloping the viewer with overlapping walls of “The Smallest House Known to Man”…

street view of hair styling installation; cast hand made paper

Hair Styling

My studio is next door to a hair salon.  I asked the owner/stylist if I could cast one of the stylists’ chairs with paper pulp while the salon’s stylists and customers were busy working and having their hair styled. I had such fun casting the chair and listening to the reactions of everyone around me. When the installation was unveiled in my window, even the street people came and knocked on my window and wanted to know “what are you doing in there?”

urban performance: cleaning roses in my studio window

thorns, petals and stems: an urban window performance

From 2008-2012, I took a hiatus from the art world and became a florist.  To cleanse myself of this past life, my studio window became the site for an urban performance and installation on Mother’s Day. A transformation took place during May from a large-scale display of red roses to handmade paper sheets and vessels embedded with dried leaves and petals from the withered roses. I performed the ritual of cleaning 250 long stemmed red roses in the studio window as people walked by, looked in, stopped to watch, or continued walking. Then I set each rose into grid frames hanging in the studio until an installation appeared.