Tom Cranebear in my studio at The Banff Centre

My Black­foot Dad — Elder Tom Cranebear in my studio

The flut­ter of mov­ing into my stu­dio for the fall res­i­dency at The Banff Cen­tre has mostly set­tled. I’m still stiff and tired from haul­ing gear, paints, and a pile of large can­vasses up three flights of stairs. I’m thank­ful to all of my fam­ily who car­ried a load or two. (Kevin mostly! What a trooper.)

I love my stu­dio at home. It’s com­fort­able — but per­haps it’s been too com­fort­able for the work I’m about to do, and this is why I’m here — time, space, away from the reg­u­lar and back to the irreg­u­lar. Shake it up and also unclut­ter so I can start fresh.

France Trepanier, Tom Cranebear and Margaret Froh

France Trepanier, Tom Cranebear and Mar­garet Froh chat­ting it up and help­ing me to focus on the tasks ahead.

It has been a weird few days. While mov­ing in, many old friends and col­leagues were also on cam­pus to attend a large sym­po­sium — one that I’d been involved in help­ing to set up a few years ago when I served as Pro­gram Man­ager for Abo­rig­i­nal Lead­er­ship at The Banff Cen­tre. Almost two years after retir­ing, it was won­der­ful and yet strange to see so many folks that I’d worked with over the years — and here I am, in a totally dif­fer­ent mind and body space, back to work as an artist. In many ways, still con­tin­u­ing to do the work that I did here, but from an artist’s per­spec­tive — specifically…mine.

What a bless­ing to see folks that have been par­tic­i­pants and co-workers in both arts and admin­is­tra­tive capac­i­ties, from all cor­ners of the world. It was a flurry of activ­ity, and also quite strange — almost like being trans­ported back into a space that I’d long ago left.


Jake con­tem­plates the work ahead. I’m so happy he came to visit today. My best critic.

Wait­ing To Exhale

I feel that today is my day to sing “Shoo shoo shoo shoo …be dooo”

Every­one falls
in love some­time
Some­times it’s wrong
Some­times it’s right.

For every win
Some­one must fail
But there comes a point
When we exhale

Some­times you’ll laugh
Some­times you’ll cry
Life never tells us
The when’s or why’s

When you’ve got friends to wish you well
You’ll find a point when
You will exhale

Hearts are often bro­ken
When there are words unspo­ken
In your soul there’s
Answers to your prayers
If you’re search­ing for
A place you know
A famil­iar face
Some­where to go
You should look inside your­self
You’re halfway there.

The Three Musketeers

My Three Mus­ke­teers! — Best cheer­lead­ers a gal could ever ask for.

 I’ve been so blessed to have these friends and fam­ily nearby, in my home or my new stu­dio space this week. That is really some­thing spe­cial, and I thank you all for wish­ing me so well in my new work. 

I feel I’m “home” again.…whenever you are there with me. I admire you all so much and am so grate­ful for your spe­cial sup­port, love and care of me in the work we all do together — no mat­ter what cor­ner of the world we are in or how many years it is between visits.

May you all find that point in your lives to exhale.

Jacob reviews the route we took in Gwaii Haanas

Jacob reviews the route I took in Gwaii Haanas