James Edward Hergel, Canadian Artist: A Collection

…home holds the heart as nothing else can

find me, buried in this frost & moondance rhythm of light & dark

the northern lights have held me hostage, willingly I die with them 

each summer, each dawn

this quiet haven of stilled sweetness,  thick & beloved, pining admidst the lucid shadows of winter—

there, all things are converging & tearing apart

my heart, my heart

I could pretend I know much more about Canadian artists than I do, but one thing I do know, Canadian artists seem to be some of the most illustrative & colourful. At least, my favourites are & I rarely see art from other countries that touches my heart the same way. 

Perhaps it is the bleak long winters devoid of colour, but I gravitate towards the intense images & bold colours. Often there is a fluidity to the lines that reminds me of blowing snow more than water. The shift colour gradients & deep shadows in many artist’s works is so engrossing. 

From a young age I wanted to be an artist, & for reasons I can’t quite understand, I felt very discouraged from this path. Only now do I realize you just can’t fight these things, you must let yourself be taken along for the ride with artistic journeys. For me, I could pretend only, to be anything else. My nature is artistic. 

Whether it’s been music, writing, visual art, fabric art—I am by nature an artist. This hasn’t always meant I’m good at it by nature, or that I’ve not needed to learn the craft, & practice it, it simply means, I see & dream & feel & live most thouroughly when being creative. I am not good with redundancy or conformity. I get tired, bored & definitely unproductive. Some people thrive on schedule, routine & knowing what comes next. I’ve discovered some people ‘hate surprises’ & change. That, I cannot wrap my mind around. 

I struggle to be constant. It is true, I love my own home, most certainly, my own bed; but, give me challenge & variants & an opportunity to learn new things, & I never get tired or bored. I wish I had a little more constancy to get perfected at something. I feel this might be my greatest flaw. But, if life had unlimited time, the slow gradual opportunity to form a skill as layers of sediment forms a ridge eventually, that would be perfect for my learning style. 

Anyways. Enough about me. I really just wanted to share some lovely art today. 

It’s a day when I expect the snow will start falling any moment now, things are looking browner by the day outside, the days are getting very short & dark, so this spark of colourful artwork is keeping me cheery. Enjoy! 


Sometimes an Excursion Into Electronica is Necessary

So how I find something new & lovely is via iTunes playlists & radio stations. Yesterday was a perfect day for window washing…so I had Electronica cranked. Not sure why that was the genre of choice except the day was warm & the sky was blue & the leaves were heavenly perfect. This crystalline song came on & it felt so wonderfully matched to the weather. 

And I’m so glad I washed that front window yesterday. Such a pretty view of the rising sun.  

This Is So Mind Boggling

Ever since I heard the gunfire in the footage, and then heard the number of killed & wounded, all I can think is—how? How on earth are there weapons out there that one guy in a window can shoot that many people in that small amount of time. How? 

I am a political neutal, live in a country with significantly stricter gun laws, know nothing about weaponry, or crazy people really, but how? 

Can one guy seriously all by his lonesome own a weapon that can do that much damage? 

That is messed up beyond what my mind can process. It seems fishy. It seems foolish at best that these weapons are available to the public. I mean really? You can walk into a gun shop in the States & purchase multiple weapons that are literally designed to kill people? Not hunting rifles, but weapons of war? 

That blows my mind. I always have an unease about visiting America, this just confirms I should be uneasy about it. 

Edmonton just had what is being labeled as a terror attack. A guy rented a uhaul and ran down four pedestrians & just previous to that had rammed a police officer & then stabbed him multiple times in the face. No one died. Here, we were stunned & horrified tho I think we’ve come to expect that this is the state of the world we live in. It’s ‘terrifying’ but what are we supposed to do? ‘Be vigilant’? Seriously. What am I looking for? 

Frankly, I don’t fear any one race or nationality more than another. People seem quite equally prone to badness regardless of their beginnings. 

If it truly was, a white guy with no warning signs or criminal record who committed such a devastating & abhorrent crime in Vegas, and a dark skinned guy who committed the crimes here in the city I live in, who was ‘known’ to police & expected of extremist views, who am I to fear more? By collateral damage, the white guy with no criminal history or extremist views. 

I just have such a hard time believing the world we live in keeps sinking lower & lower. Just when you think it can’t get worse, it numbingly does. 

Of the victims in Vegas, my heart instantly aches for what strikes closest to home, the four kids of one of the Alberta women killed. Those poor kids lost their mom that night. Because why? I don’t know. 

In the Aftermath…Care & Love

One thing I am incredibly proud of is how Jehovah’s organization truly tries its best to show love & support to each other. 

This latest information on the relief work in Mexico, the United States & Puerto Rico is so heart warming. To know that there is real help getting to people through our organization is such a relief. I saw it here with both the southern Alberta floods & the Ft McMurray wildfire, so I have full confidence our spiritual family is being well taken care of & showing love for neighbour whenever possible. The extend of damage in all these locations is staggering, and I pray Jehovah will bless all the efforts of those there. 

Gender Neutral—Awkward. I’m So Politically Incorrect. Sue me. 

So, there’s this old theatre on 109&87, used to be the Garneau. They’ve decided to be all trendy & politically correct and make both bathrooms gender neutal. Now, as far as gender whatever goes, I couldn’t give a flyin flip. So, my daughter & I go in the first washroom, two stalls, a wall of urinals—hmmm. Awesome. This gender neutral bathroom thing, I’m cool with it. I got this. No one is in here. No problem. 

I’m standing outside the stall guarding, as I do in non gender neutral bathrooms, when in walks an old guy, who, ya, looked about as comfortable with this as I was. Why he didn’t use the other stall versus the urinal, no idea. But, perhaps it was his own version of attempting to be cool with this. 

Anyways. That topped the charts for awkward experiences lately. No doubt for all three of us. Yay progress?

Later in the movie, she needs to pee again, so opt for the other “gender neutral” bathroom, previously known as the women’s, & out walks a guy. Seriously. Ya. I’m super not cool with it. I really would not be okay with my daughters using bathrooms with guys standing at urinals while they’re in stalls nearby. Call me cautious, suspicious, inconsiderate, rude, old-fashioned, a bigot, prejudice, discriminatory…I do not see grown men and young women sharing this space without some major concerns in a world filled with child porn & whatnot. Nope. I say, keep it the way it is. If you have a penis—here’s your restroom. If you have a vulva—here’s yours. 

If you’re a guy, but feel like a woman, well, if you act like a woman, dress like a woman—come on in. I’m suspecting the old guy felt the same about my daughter & I hanging out there while he was peeing. I mean, generally, women with their kids take extra time in bathrooms just standing there, waiting for a free stall, waiting for kids who seems to have not nearly enough fear of the germs in bathrooms as they sit there humming long after they could have gotten off the pot, while mother gets annoyed, so really, this doesn’t mix well with guys using urinals. Nope. Uncomfortable. 

Anyways. Guess now I can take my pee-style (google it) wherevs & stand & pee with the menfolk. 

Folkloric Tunic  

I said I’d finish it today, & tho I can’t always complete things when I think I can, I took the two hours it needed and sewed up the last seam and stitched the back support into the neckline. I still need to block it so it relaxes a bit, but all in all, this baby is finally done. My second ever sweater just in time for a gorgeous autumn weekend. Yay! 

Super proud of myself. It is lovely tho ever so slightly peculiar. Just like last year’s Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton knit. 

Folkloric Tunic 

…not to be forgotten, Benedicta below