Closet Art
"I am calling it 'Closet Art' because, ideally, it should be hung in a closet. I don't want anyone to feel like they have to display my creations. I like the idea of someone reaching for their shirt, seeing my gift, and thinking of me."
- Penny Youngash

On Collecting Things
I do like collecting things. I was inspired to start my venture into Collage after savouring the opening line from Stephen Leacock's Literary Lapses, "On Collecting Things". I love the flow of "I have from time to time been stricken with a desire to make collections of things". "One copper coin. Value one cent." I love measuring sticks, numbers and well phrased words and have an idea for a collage inspired by my favourite children's book. The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. I love the mental image of Tock the Watchdog making sure we don't waste time, or worse Kill Time! When I'm feeling lethargic I visualize a key being turned in the middle of my back. Collage was the thing for me. I could cut and paste and share my thoughts and memories. I could display my gadgets and gizmos and miscellaneous bits of this and that. They are my expressions, not intended to be sold. Just as well since I've taken the liberty of pasting other artists' illustrations that I admire. My intention is to show my respect.
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Water Babies
The Encyclopedia Americana was the Google of the 1950's. Included with purchase was a twelve volume set of poems and children's stories called My Book House. Volume 3, Up One Pair of Stiars, included one of my favourites, Verses on Kingsley's Water Babies. "Tom swept chimneys; he worked for Old Grimes; and a surly cross man was he!" Apparently a story of Christian redemption, and a critique of child labour, I was more intrigued with the notion of being transformed into a water baby by the fairies. Peacock Channel is in the Broken Island Group within Pacific Rim National Park. A paradise for water babies and kayakers.
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Violin Lessons
Good Better Best. Never Let it Rest. Til' Your Good is Better and Your Better is Best. St. Jerome I thought of using this as a variation on Practice Makes Perfect but I kept lapsing into Tina Turner and "Simply the Best. Better than all the Rest." I started violin lessons in about 1990 after having my grandmother's violin restored. I persevered for several years and decided it was "Best to Let it Rest". The illustration, is from a birthday card created by my very talented sister Lauren Haines. You are My Sunshine was the first song I remembered singing as a child. "You make me Happy, when Skies are Gray". Me trying to play the violin is proof that God has a wicked sense of humour.
Phantom Tollbooth

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Salute to the Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster "There once was a boy named Milo who didn't know what to do with himself — not just sometimes, but always." After coming home from school one day, he discovers a package containing "One Genuine Turnpike Tollbooth." Having nothing better to do he follows the instructions and passes through the tollbooth to the Lands Beyond. "Beyond what?" He takes a wrong turn and ends up in the Duldrums where the Lethargians live. He meets Tock the Watchdog. "I guess I just wasn't thinking," said Milo. "PRECISELY," shouted the dog. "...in order to get out, you must start thinking." He thought of birds that swim and fish that fly. He thought of yesterday's lunch and tomorrow's dinner. He thought of words that began with J and numbers that end in 3. And as he thought the wheels began to turn. The adventure continues to Dictionopolis where all the words come from. At the Word Market Milo considers some that look particularly good to him — "quagmire," "flabbergast," and "upholstery." He nibbles on an A and discovers that it is quite sweet and delicious —"just the way you'd expect an A to taste." ... and so on. I love this delightful book. I haven't read The Adventures of Maya the Bee but it sounds quite intriguing. Written by Waldorf Bonsels in 1912, it is a story about Maya, an adventurous bee who leaves the hive to explore the world. I've used the cover illustration to represent the Spelling Bee at the Word Market.
Measuring Up

: to have necessary or fitting qualifications. We are our own worst critics. We question our credibility, whether we are smart enough, fast enough, have achieved enough. Do we Measure Up? Some people have a plan, follow a path, earn the credentials and get on with their brilliant careers. Others, like me, stumble along, not really knowing the plan. Every once in a while I spin through a turnstile heading in a new direction. Opportunities come up and if you recognize them and have the courage to take a chance, your life can take some interesting detours. My Mom liked to play scrabble, sometimes against herself. My sister saved the last tiles she had in play, the day she passed away. Ten years later, I am thinking about my theme "Measuring Up". The Canary Rockfish print by Joseph R. Tomelleri is my reference to a fisherman's exaggeration. It is also a reference to my years working at the Vancouver Aquarium, in the Education Department. I wasn't a certified teacher and I didn't have a degree in marine biology. If I had gone the route of first of acquiring those credentials, would I have missed the stepping stones that led me to that opportunity? How are we lured in different directions and what is the importance of timing to opportunity? I was amazed that I was able to spell "Measuring Up" using my Mom's scrabble tiles. All except the "M", and she had a blank tile for that. At first I pondered that without an "M", there is no "ME". Was that a message? It's not all about me. Then I thought, "ME" depends upon what you do with the blank.

Pocket Art
I am slowly going crazy 1 2 3 4 5 6 Crazy going slowly am I 6 5 4 3 2 1 switch Sharon, Lois and Bram. I think my right brain is taking a turn. I talk to Myself, and sometimes I listen. Is it only Me who is so judgemental, critical and full of self doubt? I am not stupid. Pocket Art is accidental or intentional photography captured in your pocket.

Sink or Swim
I once tried to resuscitate a drowning victim. An elderly woman out for her daily swim in English Bay. I tried, but I think she was already deceased. My breath only gurgled in her lungs. When I was three, I almost drowned at Cultus Lake. I wondered why I was panicking because I thought I knew how to swim. Fortunately my mother, who did not know how to swim, plucked me out of the water. I’ve also had some close encounters with log jams while canoeing and have capsized in huge ocean swells from a kayak. I love the water but I’ve joked that I will probably meet my demise by drowning. As long as it’s not traumatic, drowning might be the way to go. We all begin our journey swimming in amniotic fluid. A final baptism in the primordial sea sounds poetic. Sink or Swim: perseverance and determination when faced with adversity. For now, I’ll swim laps until my time is up.


Let them tell you a story
Everyone likes rocks. I think it’s a character flaw if you don’t, but that’s just my opinion. Take time to look at rocks. Let them tell you a story. It will make you feel better. Rocks have a lot to say. The little pink rock is from Quirpon Bay at the northern tip of Newfoundland. It could tell stories about the 11th century Viking settlement at L’Anse aux Meadows. Flowerstone is made up of fine grained igneous rock (usually basalt) which has larger feldspar crystals (phenocrysts) that look like flowers. It can be found on Vancouver Island and in Japan. How special is that. Dallasite is unique to Vancouver Island. It is a jasper breccia and is thought to have formed as pillow lava underwater. It is British Columbia’s third most important gemstone. Each rock is a unique little piece of artwork. Dinosaur lunch? I tend to like rocks just the way they are or how they feel in my hand, but sometimes you don’t realize how beautiful or interesting they are until you look inside. Some rocks hold memories of a special day. A visit to Nuttal Bay to look for rocks. The joy of watching the enthusiasm of little girls filling their socks and shoes with their treasures. And some rocks just want to be in your pocket.
Puzzle Pieces
I don’t think of God in a human form. I am God. God is in us all. I am Flesh. I am a mortal organism held together by cell membranes. I am Soul. I have a spiritual spark. CHNOPS (carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus and sulfur) are the elements required for life on Earth, making up 98% of its biomass. Does God enjoy puzzles? The universe is a big puzzle. Why create it if there’s no one to clap or solve the mystery. Everyone likes some recognition. I haven’t solved anything but I’ve definitely eliminated what I don’t choose to believe. I talk to God. That doesn’t make me religious. What about coincidence or recognizing opportunities? It’s funny how some things just seem to surface and catch your interest. I haven’t been flung through a turnstile in a long time. My brain has been buzzing in a good way. If everyone was required to study history from the beginning of civilization, they would have a better understanding of how not only knowledge, but superstition and stories have been edited, embellished, plagiarized and passed along. We share our history and periods of “glory”. Our ancestors were survivors. Word Search: Aristotle, Art, Bible, Deity, Earth, God, Heaven, Islam, Jesus, Mecca, Monk, Prophet, Rome, Saint, Saviour, Search, Soul, Spark, Star, Sumer, Universe, Ur, Watch, Wisdom, Zap, Ziggurat
