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Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

The Universal Declaration Of Human Rights Quilt Project


Hello again! I am back. I've taken a good chunk of 2017 off due to illness and most recently the loss of someone very dear to me. Today seemed like a good day to jump back in and share a new project with you.

Back in late May/early June, Tal Fitzpatrick & Stephanie Dunlap put a call out for an international collaborative craftivism project aimed at highlighting the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and bringing awareness to the ways in which it is being violated around the world today.

I knew immediately I wanted to participate in this endeavour. It's not the first time I have taken up needle and thread and created something to share with the world like this. 15 years ago, I participated in the United in Memory Quilt Project to memorialise those lost on 9/11 and it changed my life.

It took me about 3 weeks to complete my block for the UDHR project. I knew it would be challenging stitching with hands I can't feel (imagine stitching with a pair of oven mitts on and you'll have some idea what it's like) but I didn't realise the impact my vision would also have. Let's just say this piece is likely my last stitchery project and given the level of difficulty, a true labour of love.


I chose to work on Article 25. This is how it reads:

(1) Everyone has the right to a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of themself and of their family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services, and the right to security in the event of unemployment, sickness, disability, widowhood, old age or other lack of livelihood in circumstances beyond their control.

(2) Motherhood and childhood are entitled to special care and assistance. All children, whether born in or out of wedlock, shall enjoy the same social protection.

*Note: On my block, part 2 of the article is in French to reflect Canada's two official languages. The text reads as follows: "La maternité et l'enfance ont droit à une aide et à une assistance spéciales. Tous les enfants, qu'ils soient nés dans le mariage ou hors mariage, jouissent de la même protection sociale."



This is the story behind my block, which will help you to understand why I chose Article 25 and the inspiration behind the design.

"Like all Canadians, with the exception of the First Nations People of our country, I am descended from immigrants. My people came to this country I imagine, for a better life for themselves and their children. As I read the words of Article 25, I couldn’t help but think of my great grandfather, Einar Nowell and his life-long struggle with his health, which in turn led to struggling to support his family.

Grandpa Nowell was a baker by trade. He worked for the Pauline Chambers Company, one of Winnipeg’s largest suppliers of baked goods. Unfortunately, over time, he developed a severe allergy to wheat. The more he worked, the sicker he became until he had to stop working. This left him with no means to support his wife and 6 children, save for going on what was then referred to as “relief”, which is now known as public assistance or welfare. After being away from the allergy inducing environment of the bakery for a few months, he would start to recover. Once he was well enough, he would return to work until he became too ill from his allergy to continue and the cycle would start all over again.

My grandmother, who was the eldest child told me stories about how desperately poor her family was. A small can of Libby’s spaghetti was expected to feed her entire family of 8. When she was in school, her lunch consisted of a lard sandwich-which is exactly what it sounds like-two pieces of bread with lard slathered on it. Once I asked her what presents she got for Xmas growing up. The only gift she ever remembers getting was a pencil and a hanky.

Eventually it became impossible for Grandpa Nowell to continue on at the bakery. Around this time, the government was giving farm land to people who were on relief, with the idea that they could work the land and provide for their families. Grandpa Nowell moved the family to Anola, Manitoba, 24 km east of Winnipeg. He worked the farm for years. When my grandmother was 17, she moved to Winnipeg for a job at the grain exchange and sent most of money she earned home to her parents help support the family.

On the morning of Feb 15, 1971, Grandpa Nowell told Granny that he had a feeling that the kids were going to come home that day, so he was going to go plow the drive to clear the snow. About an hour after he’d gone out, Granny looked out the window and saw him leaning over on the tractor. She went to see what was wrong and discovered he’d died of a heart attack. His premonition turned out to be correct; his children did come home that day. He left this world 5 weeks before I came into it, missing the birth of his first great grandchild whom he was so excited to meet. I am named in memory of him.

The artwork on my block is in honour of Great Grandpa Nowell. The photograph is of him and my Great Granny and four of their six children.( My Grandmother, Verna is the tallest one in the middle of the back row.) The button is for my Great Granny, who was a seamstress and the piece of measuring tape is from the 1940’s and belonged to my Grandmother Verna. The scrap of paper underneath the photo reads in part “removes of ill-health”, which I thought was fitting. The house is made from a scrap of cardboard, to represent poverty.


In many countries around the world, there is absolutely NO social safety net and for those that do have one, it’s often woefully inadequate. The simple truth is that poverty kills and no country is immune."

***

There are going to be 4 quilts, each containing all 30 of the Articles. Each block has been designed and created by one of 120+ artists from over 23 countries around the globe who have a story to tell. This is mine.

It's been very comforting, especially given the current political climate to know that there are so many artists who care about what's happening in the world and are doing what they do best to help raise awareness and bring healing. I am especially touched by my fellow artists who live with chronic illness and disability who are participating. There is strength in numbers and I feel the love and solidarity in everyone's work. I know the completed quilts will be incredible.

To learn more about the UDHR Quilt Project, please visit Tal Fitzpartick's website here. You can see many of the blocks in progress and also those that have been completed on Instagram by searching #UDHRquiltproject & #UDHRquilt 

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Silver Anniversary!!

(My all time favourite photo of us.)

Today is our 25th wedding anniversary!!

Like any couple, we've been through so much in the past two and a half decades but through it all, I can honestly say that we've always been very happily married. My husband's name means "the rock" and he has been exactly that in our life together-steadfast and strong, in his own quiet way. I am so blessed to have him in my life and if his having survived both kidney cancer and a major heart attack didn't drive that point home, nothing would. I am grateful he is alive and we are able to celebrate this beautiful mile stone today.

"He loved her of course, 
but better than that, 
he chose her, day after day.
Choice: that was the thing."
~Sherman Alexi

Happy Anniversary my love. You are truly the best man I know.
xox

Friday, October 31, 2014

Hallowe'en 2014


Happy Birthday Gramps. 
I miss you every day.
xox

Monday, October 27, 2014

Celebrating!



"He loved her of course,
but better than that 
he chose her, day after day.
Choice: that was the thing."

~Sherman Alexi


Happy 24th Anniversary to my love. I will always choose you.
xox

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Sunday, October 27, 2013

October 27th


Happy 23rd Anniversary to my love!
 I am grateful for every single second we have together.


He loved her, of course,
but better than that,
he chose her day after day.
Choice: that was the thing.

~Sherman Alexi

Friday, March 15, 2013

Birthday Boy


Happy 5th Birthday to my sweet, sweet boy!
You are my heart walking around on four furry legs.
xxx

Psst! Indy has his own blog, Left Coast Lab
More updates coming soon!

Friday, January 25, 2013

In Memory



Kenneth George Chick
October 31, 1921-January 25th, 2004

 You are ever present in my thoughts and in my heart.
I miss you Gramps, every single day.

I'll catch your smile on someone's face,
your whisper in the wind's embrace
through diamond skies and stars and dreams
I find your love in everything.

The sun, the sky, the rolling sea
all conspire to comfort me,
from sorrow's edge life's beauty seems
to find you love in everything.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Family Emergency



Last night I went into the city to meet with my med students. I didn't have my phone because it's pretty much on its last legs and I need to replace it. Anyway, when I got home, my husband and Indy were out. Indy's leash wasn't hanging on the back of the door, so I knew they had gone for a walk.

I wasn't home more than a few minutes when my nephew came to the door, asking if they'd come back yet. His questioning was so odd, I asked him what he was talking about and he said "They didn't call you?!" I told him no, because I didn't have my phone and than asked what was wrong. He explained that they had been attacked.

I immediately got on the phone and called my husband. They were at the vet. He'd been walking Indy and out of nowhere, a pitbull/mastiff cross who was being walked by a woman on the other side of the street they were on went nuts and broke free of his owner. The dog crossed the street and attacked Indy. Pete had to kick the dog continually to try and get him off Indy and at one point he fell down and was lying on the ground. Eventually it stopped. He called our son who came to pick them up and take them to the vet.

Pete called a friend of ours who works for a vet because he didn't know what else to do. She came over and was a huge help in helping him deal with everything. She even dashed home to get him tea and some cookies because he was in shock.

Indy had puncture wounds to his ear, cheek and chin. Our friend said the fact that he has such a thick coat and ruff helped him escape worse injury. I know that it's because my husband defended him that it's not worse. They had to sedate Indy and then stitched him up. He came home very groggy and with antibiotics. He was pretty shaky, which broke my heart. I hate seeing him in distress. He'll get the stitches out in 14 days.

The owners of the other dog were horrified. I am sure they are not bad people. They immediately stepped up and gave the vet their credit card info to cover all the costs of Indy's care. I am extremely grateful for that. We would not have needed the added stress of having to go after them for it. The vet said that usually people do not take responsibility. The bill was over $500.

Pete brought Indy home and I stayed with him while our son took my husband to the ER to be checked out. I made him go because he is still recovering from major surgery and I wanted to make sure he didn't have any internal injuries. His right arm is extremely painful. He has to go back later this morning for an ultrasound to see if he's popped his bicep. I think he has. It's very swollen. 

He's very sore and stiff this morning. He didn't sleep well. He feels terrible about what happened, even though it wasn't his fault-it's just one of those things. He was mostly upset because he knew I'd be upset. He knows Indy means everything to me. I am just glad they are both going to be okay eventually and that it wasn't worse.

Indy is still pretty quiet. He slept most of the night. Hasn't eaten anything yet, but at 8 am, I have to give him antibiotic pills, so I will make him an egg, which he loves to get him to eat something so he takes his pills. 


  I'm running on about 3 hrs. sleep and my head is pounding. We didn't get to bed till 1 a.m. Everyone's going to be lying low today after we get back from the hospital and probably trying to catch up on sleep. Last night was pretty traumatic.

I think we've officially reached our limit on just how much bad stuff we can handle, thank you very much. Enough already!

Thank you to everyone who has sent emails of support and good wishes for Indy & Pete last night and this morning. Much appreciated. xo

Monday, November 19, 2012

Home Again


Wednesday morning was quite intense. It's no easy thing sending someone you love so very much off to have a major organ removed. I was working really hard not to let my mind go to dark places. Fortunately, my best friend was with me the entire time, which made things so much better. The surgeon is very happy with the surgery and my husband came through just fine. I am extremely grateful.

He's recovering slowly, but surely and his incision, which is epic (a foot long) is healing nicely. He's was in a fair bit of pain in the beginning, but with good pain meds, it was manageable. He was also dealing with nausea any time he got upright, but they also gave him meds for that.

Indy was completely baffled as to where his dad was. Every day at 4 pm, he held a vigil at the window, expecting him to come home from work. When he didn't return, he resorted to lying so he could stare at the back door. It was sweet, but kind of sad, really. Thursday night he must have been lonely because at 2 am, he came into my room and asked for permission to come up on the bed. He curled up at my feet. I didn't mind. The house was far too quiet for both of us.

Surprisingly, good dogs who are well behaved and quiet can visit at our hospital, so on Thursday, I surprised my husband by bringing him with me. At first he though I'd snuck Indy in. (He had no idea where  his room was in the hospital or he would have realized that was impossible.) Indy was so happy to see him and anyone who crossed our path wanted to meet my sweet boy. Indy got to visit twice.

My husband came home yesterday, but not before he was kicked out of his room and into the hallway for a night. I won't even comment on that because I have nothing polite to say about it. Neither of us was impressed. He'll get his staples out in about a week and we'll find out what the scoop is. His pain level is improving, which is good.

Meanwhile, we're dealing with the stress of applying for medical Employment Insurance. Normally when you apply, there's the mandatory 2 week waiting period. On Friday when I delivered the last of the paperwork, I was informed that there's a 4 week processing backlog. This means 6 weeks without a single pay cheque. I honestly do not know how our government can get away with this. I am angry and frustrated. I think anyone who is facing a catastrophic illness should not have to wait 2 weeks, never mind 6! How do they expect people to survive? It's the kind of stress we do not need right now, on top of everything else.

I think the stress of the past week has caught up with me. I am not feeling very good-I think I'm coming down with something. I'm trying to rest as much as possible.

Thank you to everyone who has showered us with prayers, positive vibes and good wishes via email or phone or who stopped by the hospital to visit. The love and support has been very much appreciated. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

11*11*2012


In remembrance of our Canadian Armed Forces veterans 
and the men and women who are serving still. 
Thank you for your sacrifices and those of your families.

And for my Grandfather,
Kenneth George Chick,
RCAF Home Guard, WWII.

Lest we forget.





"On November 11, 1999 Terry Kelly was in a drug store in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. At 10:55 AM an announcement came over the stores PA asking customers who would still be on the premises at 11:00 AM to give two minutes of silence in respect to the veterans who have sacrificed so much for us. 

 Terry was impressed with the stores leadership role in adopting the Legions two minutes of silence initiative. He felt that the stores contribution of educating the public to the importance of remembering was commendable. 

 When eleven o'clock arrived on that day, an announcement was again made asking for the two minutes of silence to commence. All customers, with the exception of a man who was accompanied by his young child, showed their respect. 

 Terry's anger towards the father for trying to engage the stores clerk in conversation and for setting a bad example for his child was channeled into a beautiful piece of work called, A Pittance of Time. Terry later recorded A Pittance of Time and included it on his full-length music CD, The Power of the Dream."

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

On This Day

In Memory

Kenneth George Chick
October 31, 1921-January 25, 2004

Happy Birthday Gramps. 
This will forever and always be your day.
Thanks for switching the lights on & off in the studio yesterday 
to let me know you're just on the other side.
xox

Saturday, October 27, 2012

In Good Times & In Bad



I don't usually share really personal things on my blog, but this is a pretty big deal in my life right now.

 Today, my husband and I are celebrating 22 years of being happily married. This year's anniversary is especially poignant because just 7 weeks ago, we were blindsided by his diagnosis of kidney cancer. It was caught pretty much by accident during a routine yearly blood test which came back every so slightly off and required follow up testing. We never thought it was anything serious, so getting that news was (to say the least) a complete shock, that left us reeling.

We were quickly swept up into a frenzy of additional tests and appointments, which revealed a sizable tumor. The upshot of it all is that in less than three weeks, my husband will undergo surgery to remove his left kidney and will be off work for at least 6 weeks. Kidney cancer is rare. It's also very sneaky-usually there are no symptoms and by the time they find it, it's spread. In my husband's case, they believe he's had cancer for at least 3 years.

It's pretty sobering to face the uncertainty of the fate of someone you love so much. In fact, it's terrifying. I've felt like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. Fortunately, we have dear friends who have circled their wagons for us. Their support means everything. As scary as this is, I know they've got our backs and that's immensely comforting.

We've been joking that we believe we got this "in sickness and in health" thing down pat. We'd like to NOT have to revisit to the whole concept any further- we've been there, done that, got the t-shirt, thank you very much.

Twenty-two years together will stand us good stead. We've been through bad times and survived. We will rise above. Together.

Happy Anniversary to my love. 
I am grateful for every single second of our lives together.
Forever & always.
xox

Friday, October 19, 2012

Birthday Wishes


Happy Birthday to my love.
This year when you blow out the candles, 
we will all be wishing the same thing.
May it be so.
xoxox

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Born On The Ides Of March


Happy 4th Birthday 
to my sweet, sweet boy whom I love 
more than anything in this world!


Just for fun, I looked up Indy's horoscope. I was curious what it would say.

21 February - 20 March
Pisces dogs are incredibly sensitive. This exactly quality of their character allows this dogs to understand people without any spoken words.  If you need a detector of friends and enemies, get yourself a Pisces dog. Pisces are blessed with outstanding intuition. They clearly define good and bad people. It is almost impossible to trick them.

Pisces dog may become a real comfort for people who have to stay in the hospital. Their presence has a healing effect on the fallen spirit. Pisces dogs are alot calmer than the other dogs. This dogs rarely perform any kinds of aggressive issues. They are peaceful and patient, very fond of other people and animals. They feel the most comfort among children. They just love them. 
It should be noted that the Pisces dog has very expressive and soulful eyes, which make him truly hard to resist. Dogs born under the sign of Pisces normally are of excellent memory and intelligence. They do not need the rude trainer. Pisces understand everything, they are ready to fulfill all your requirements just because they love you. The sea or the ocean coast and the places surrounded by mountains are the right ones for Pisces to stay.


Spooky! It's like whomever wrote this met my dog and then penned this. Indy is an excellent judge of character-I trust him implicitly. He's highly intuitive and often I just look at him and he knows exactly what I want.

It's also true that he's a comfort to me when I am struggling with my health. He will lie beside me and not move, as if he's keeping watch over me.

Indy loves small children. He is very sweet and gentle with them and often when we're out and about, little ones want to pet him. He sits nicely and is very patient.

Indy's a water dog, through and through. Aside from being a Lab, a breed that has a natural affinity for water, he's Pisces, so if he comes across even a puddle, he's in it. We swear he can smell water 100 miles away and if he can smell it, he wants to be in it. According to his horoscope, he's living in exactly the environment he should be!

 I bought him a gift, which I am sure he's going to love. It's a Kong Genius. There are three components to it. You stuff them with treats, so they have to figure out how to unhook them and get the treats out and you can hook them together to keep your dog amused for hours. Indy loves his Kong toys because they are fun and we love them because they are durable. Kong is the only company I will buy from-their products are Labrador tested and approved!

Anyway, you'll have to forgive me for being the blog that's gone to the dogs today, but Indy is worth celebrating. I am very lucky to have him in my life.

Edit: My best friend Lisa just sent me this link, which cracked me up.
 It's especially funny that this was posted on Indy's birthday.

Sunday, February 05, 2012

Precious Little


So this week, I've been playing catch up with my Getting Through the Grey assignments. I have a confession to make: I am not on task. For the last week, we were supposed to be exploring bokeh and here I am working on still life. (Which I think was week one or two...way back in December.) Sometimes you just have to do the things that you are moved to do. There's no predicting when inspiration will strike, nor how it will manifest and I am totally okay with that.

The whole point of taking a class is for the teacher to empower you to find your own creative voice. The idea is for you to gain some new skills and then find a way to integrate them into your own art practice. This is how you know you've taken a really great class, with a really great teacher. (And a really great teacher will support you in following your creative instincts, even if you veer off task once in awhile!)

Yesterday I was shooting little things in my studio. The top image is a frozen Charlotte doll. I thought it would be more interesting to shoot the back, rather than the front.

 

I have this lovely antique sterling silver salt shaker, given to me by one of my partners in the Petite Inspiration Swap at Hallowe'en. It's tiny-only an inch tall and I love the patina on it. Old things have so much soul to them.


Another wee doll, this time a Kewpie, shot from the back. I couldn't resist! There's just something so sweet and innocent about it.


This image is all kinds of nostalgia for me. It's a lumber yard pencil I found in my Gramps' workshop, after he died. His family owned a lumber yard and so he grew up in the business and became a gifted carpenter and cabinet maker. After he was gone, I would go into his workshop to be amongst his thing. It was comforting to smell the wood shavings and see his hand tools hanging neatly on the pegboard above his workbench.

He had three banks of drawers-I believe two were old library file cabinets and one was wide, shallow drawers that could hold architectural plans. All of them were dark wood and well made. I'd spend hours opening every single drawer and looking at the things inside each one. He knew exactly where everything was. (I guess I come by that whole tool and workspace organizational gene honestly.)

I found a couple of these flat lumber yard pencils he brought from Winnipeg when he moved out west. They live in my studio now. It's funny how the most insignificant things become precious.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

In Memory


Kenneth George Chick
October 31, 1921-January 25, 2004
I miss you every day. xox


"I'll catch your smile on someone's face,
Your whisper in the wind's embrace
Through diamond stars and songs and dreams
I find your love in everything

The sun, the sky, the rolling sea
All conspire to comfort me.
From sorrow's edge life's beauty seems
To find your love in everything.

I've come to trust the hope it brings
To find your love in everything.
Even as I fall apart,
Even through my shattered heart,
I'll catch your smile on someone's face
.....amazing grace."

~Beth Neilsen Chapman

Friday, November 11, 2011

11-11-11

Remembrance

In honour of my Grandfather,
Kenneth George Chick
who served as Homeguard with the RCAF during WWII

&

For our Canadian servicemen and women,
both young and old,
whose sacrifices keep us safe and free

THANK YOU

May those of you on active duty 
return safely to your loved ones.



Monday, October 31, 2011

This Will Always Be His Day


Happy Birthday to my beloved Gramps
who would have turned 90 today,
on Hallowe'en.

I miss you every single day.
xoxo

Sunday, September 25, 2011

With My Little Eye

 Yesterday my husband, Indy and I went and poked around the edges of Chinatown. It's an area of Vancouver that was established in 1887, making it 124 years old and one of the oldest and most interesting parts of the city. I saw several buildings that were built in the 1920's. I love old architecture!

Anyway, the whole point of going down there was to see what I could see and capture the best of it with my Rebel.

Urban Landscape

I think of everything I shot yesterday, this turned out to be the coolest. It's two photos, which I layered together and then finessed. If you saw the original photo of the runners, it was nothing to write home about, but when I saw them hanging there, in the lane, I instantly knew I needed to shoot them. The "32" was a piece of graffiti I found in another laneway.

1000 Fishes 

The Chinese grocers (of which there are many!) have bins and bins and bins of all manner of foodstuffs. There are mushrooms, fish, nuts and seeds. There were also bins that I didn't even have a clue what in them, (things from the sea, I think...) but I liked the piles of dried fish. I find them interesting. So much texture for the eye!

Perspective

This is a portion of a photo I have. In it, my Gramps, who is about 3 years old and his older brother who is 4 are dressed in matching thick sweaters, short pants and wool socks. My most favourite part of the photo is my Grandad's little shoes and the rough worn floorboards of the porch. I digitally cropped it to enhance this perspective and worked some texture magic, making a favourite photo, even more special.

One week left of Swan Dive. It's sure gone by quickly-time does indeed fly when you're having fun!