Printmaking on Galiano Island

the studio

I’ve just come back from paradise: 3 days on Galiano Island making art, listening to music, enjoying fantastic and insightful company, boating around with a nearly fritzed Mercury motor to catch a Westcoast sunset, delicious home cooked meals, wood stove fires, walks, wildlife.  Simply amazing.

I learned a lot of new things – well, some of these techniques I recall from high school art class, by far my favourite subject, but quite unfortunately and for no good reason I’ve strayed from the area since then – which have sparked a lot of new ideas and directions, both personally/creatively and how this might subsequently feed into my line.  Luckily there’s an amazing, patient and talented teacher in Jeremy Crowle, who put me up for these restful and creative days.

Project #1: Pressed Alpaca

I began by knitting a swatch with larry. alpaca yarn:

I inked up one side with black water-based printing ink and ran off 4 prints through the 1,600lb press, two of which turned out great:

Next I moved on to red ink – both of these prints turned out really well, so with the two great black prints and two great red prints I now have an edition of 4.

Project #2: Acetate Etchings

I spent hours etching out a portion of the print of the alpaca swatch (seen above, sitting on the press) onto acetate film.  A tracing of a print of a swatch; one project feeding another.  This was a painstaking process and by the end of it I had claw hands from gripping this little etching tool, applying pressure to the acetate and hunching over in concentration – but working waterfront during the golden hours of sunset somehow kept me going.  And lots of wine breaks.

Applying the oil-based ink to the acetate and rubbing off the excess was another tedious step; it took a few tries to get a decent consistency, where the plate tone wasn’t too strong and the etching relief not too light.  Somewhere in the middle I got it just about right:

Project #3: Battleship Linoleum Prints

This was a collaborative project.  Jer and I took turns carving 11 lines each, to a total of 44 lines.  No rhyme or reason.

Printed black on yellow through the monster press, and after one artist proof we each kept two prints.

Here’s a final closeup of ‘22 Lines Apiece’ taken by Jer:

Destined to be cherished within the protective frames of memory and glass, all of it.

Things I Learned in the Yukon

I traveled to Whitehorse in the Yukon for 8 days for a larry. knitting retreat, my goal to get a bulk of the collection for 2010 knit up all at once in an inspired environment.  I also had the benefit of visiting one of my greatest friends in the world, who is a force of inspiration herself: living in a one-room cabin in the woods, with no electricity or plumbing, and managing to do it all with a smile on her face.

1. If you have a choice between sleeping in this bus and sleeping outside, choose outside.  I know it’s tempting when the bus is headed to Pleasantown…but much to my own surprise, I managed to get a decent night’s sleep after drinking a bottle of wine next to a blazing fire and watching the Northern Lights, despite the freezing cold weather.  No toes were lost to frostbite.

2. When you’re stranded in Skagway, Alaska on a holiday weekend before the cruise ships have rolled in for the summer, and the only thing open in town is the liquor store, it’s perfectly acceptable to get drunk mid-day and roam the fake-movie-set-looking-town and investigate everything that’s closed for the season, such as: trains (none of which were unlocked, damn).

3. You can eat seaweed right off the shore here.  And take buckets of it back to Canada to dry and use for salads and whatnot.  Make sure to wash the sea snails out, and dry the seaweed before it rots.  There are supposedly only 2 poisonous plants in the Yukon, so if you’re in a bind you can pretty much eat anything in the woods and you should be ok.

4. If a door doesn’t make sense, don’t go through it.

5. Work gloves and winter boots are about the only accessories you need here.  Fashion as I know it is basically moot – which introduced a really interesting element to my design process.  Functionality and necessity are key.

6. Silence is golden.  I spent 5 straight days working alone in this cabin, with only a cat to keep me company.  There’s no noise, except for the fire slowly chugging along in the stove.  No electricity = no music.  This was difficult for me.  After a while, you really learn to appreciate the silence, the softness of thought that grows from silence.  And the opportunity to talk to other humans.

7. I can work hard, chop wood, chip stairs into the wall of ice up the hill next to the cabin to prevent serious injury to myself from slipping and falling, and learn the delicate balance of keeping a wood stove fire burning; I can be covered in cuts and scrapes and bruises and not complain, be dirty for days on end, make the most of what I have around me, and take responsibility for myself.  I’m more capable than I gave myself credit for.

London, London, Here I Come

airportfairmont lounge, YVR

I wish I could tell you I was going for London Fashion Week.  But a flurry of other forces are taking me to the UK, and sadly I will miss out on the last couple days of runway shows entirely.

I have, however, seemed to become a master at the art of packing.  My suitcase and garment bag are ready to rock: the outfits are planned with an assortment of corresponding footwear (Pour la Victoire gladiator heels, Farylrobin black riding boots, vintage brown weave boots, vintage brown sandals, and b/w snakeskin slingbacks), and the accessories packed.

One strategic method I always follow when traveling is to wear biggest, heaviest garments on the plane – so I am waddling up to the gate wearing my black boots, long sleeve striped shirt, navy blazer, obakki triangle scarf, and of course a larry.  I think I could even squeeze another layer in there without looking like I’m smuggling a rubber tire around my waist.  My packing team (yes you need a team to model for…plus wine, and yahtzee is the reward when you’re finished) was joking that I could always try walking through security with shoes on my hands if there wasn’t sufficient room in my suitcase.  I wonder if they’d object? (update: my luggage just clocked in at 22.5 kilos – just shy of the 23 limit!).

I hope to be uploading some videos and quick blog posts during my trip, perhaps even some London style shots.  When I visited Wales a few years ago the street style was treacherous, so we shall see how fashion is faring now in that part of the world.  I’m sure L-town won’t disappoint.

Any suggestions on not-t0-be-missed activities in the city? Favourite restaurants/drinking holes?  I will also be spending half my trip down on the South West coast, and the second half in London proper.

Tally ho!

Living in Glass Houses

I took a trip up to 100 Mile House this weekend to buy raw alpaca fiber for the larry. FW09/10 collection, and during the drive we stopped at some decrepit abandoned houses along the highway.  After walking around the property, I noticed something further back obscured by the trees.

It looked like a tile building covered in graffiti, and it wasn’t until I poked my head inside that I realized the entire structure was made of glass bottles.

There was quite a bit of garbage inside – an abandoned washing machine, a pile of rubbish that looked like it may have once been a couch, and bags of chips left by packs of teenagers.

I suspect it might have been used as some sort of steam room or sauna at one point…but all I could think was, this is a prime location for a photo shoot!  I plan to drag some models and a photographer up there soon and see what we can make of it.

The graffiti on the outside produced a wall of colour shining through to the inside – incredibly gorgeous, in a way that these cameraphone images can’t quite justify.

Not only is the structure Canadian, but so too were the bottles it was created out of – you can’t quite see, but each one says ‘Made in Canada’ on the bottom.

I should probably note that these buildings were on the property of a family friend.  I wouldn’t advise trespassing on other people’s land – even if it’s for an amazing photo shoot!




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