“Transits and Returns brings together the work of 21 Indigenous artists from across the Great Ocean and offers a closer look at what connects their practices but also how they are distinct.”
Vancouver Art Gallery
What better way to begin the week than with a visit to the Vancouver Art Gallery?
Five Indigenous curators: Tarah Hogue (Senior Curatoral Fellow of Indigenous Art at the Gallery), Sarah Biscarra Dilley, Freja Carmichael, Léuli Eshrāghi and Lana Lopesi created a vibrant exhibition that celebrated the journeys of participating artists.
I was overwhelmed with this brilliant collaboration showcasing the rich artistry, craft and creative spirit of cultures, places and stories. Join me on a Sunday Evening Reflection with Transits and Returns.
For more photos of the extraordinary exhibition, please link into my SmugMug Photo Gallery
Transits & Returns, VAG September 28, 2019 – February 23, 2020 from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
Oh, How I Long For Home, 2016
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Artists in a Rose Garden from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
I have always considered the month of June a synonym for roses, for it is in this special time that the fragrance of this flower is especially sweet and enticing. There is a fresh green to the leaves, a steadfastness to the petals that attracts the gentle buzz of bees. The sun has yet to show the heat of a summer’s day, the breeze still holds a crispness of late spring.
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
A ChasingART series on “Artists in the Garden” explores the connection between nature and the creative spirit. Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Gustav Klimt and Paul Cézanne intuitively understood that gardens have restorative power to inspire, heal and bring a calmness that encourages freedom of thought. The intermingling of sun, soil, seeds, and water brings forth new life, even as an artist gives birth to an internal vision that seeks an outlet.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
Gardens continue to work their seemingly magical powers. A few days ago, I happened upon a rose garden with artists situated throughout the pathways, intent on their artistic endeavours.
I invite you to join me on my walk through a rose garden…