Katie said, “You’re the Painter.”

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There are certain people in the world who have the knack for inspiring me to be a better person (and I use the term BETTER as it expresses itself in humility, kindness, empathy and plain hard work and creativity) and one of those people, for me, has been Katie Ohe.  I don’t know that she knows that she has that influence with me, but this is how some one who is truly remarkable can be laying down seeds in other people’s hearts.

I’ve written about her a few times.

In 2013, I wrote about the objects that live in Katie and Harry’s home.

In 2017, I wrote about KOAC and the experience of a studio tour, led by my creative friend, Wendy Lees.

And also, in 2013, I looked for a way to process my connection with Katie through a poem.  You see, she had taken some time, in the light of her kitchen window, to leaf through the pages of her sketchbook with me, and to talk about the experience of having ‘painter’s block’.  She spoke with me about painting.  She asked me, with all sincerity, about me.  I felt affirmed.  I felt filled.

A few weeks ago, I knew that the exhibit of Katie’s work at the Esker Foundation, was drawing closer.  As would be the case, I thought that Katie might be surrounded by many people…important people…at the opening. I couldn’t imagine myself getting anywhere near her. When I saw that the Herringer Kiss Gallery was hosting an exhibit of early works by both Katie Ohe and Harry Kiyooka, I thought that I would take the chance to visit her at that opening, so that I might make contact and wish her blessings for the big event.

It turns out that I had a lovely chat with both Katie and Harry in the peace of the gallery.  She looked into my face and her eyes looked that remarkable blue and as she held one of my hands in both of hers, she said, “You are the painter.”

These words were/are transformative words.  I am changed in the way that I think of myself, in the way that I feel and in the way that I am processing the events of my life, even the simple every day events.  I can’t explain it.

Included here, a few of the images from the opening at the Esker Foundation.  I got no where near Katie.  It was such a mighty celebration of her art and her life, I felt it was just marvelous to witness her with friends, former students, well-wishers.  As I was negotiating my way from the bar and past the steps to the nest, at one point, she looked up and literally our gazes met in the big hubbub and we smiled at one another.  That was enough.

(I know…i sound like a blithering goofball here, but, Katie is a hero for me, as she is for so many others.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding Kearston

I found her!  Kearston is now 23…that means I’ve been holding on to this letter for eleven years!  With plans to move back to Saskatchewan to study nursing, Kearston seems to be doing just fine.  It was a blessing to share in a conversation and to know that she is alright.

It was so good to give Kearston a hug and pass her grade seven letter back to her.  I had a practice of having my students write a letter to themselves for their religion class and three years after that, would post them in the mail.  I’m still holding on to two letters that were sent back because of incorrect addresses.  In time, I know that these will also find their way into the right hands.  May you have tremendous happiness ahead, dear Kearston!

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Tuesday’s Collage:Thinking about Priests

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I’m giving myself ten minutes on the internet.  It’s 4:55.  It’s a Saturday afternoon and I’ve just returned home from making Sun Prints at the Public Library with scads of young folk and adults alike…a partnership between the Calgary Public Library and the Art Gallery of Calgary and several other arts organizations for their Celebration of the Arts Event.  It was a challenging activity at times as the sun decided to hide behind thick cloud every so often, but generally, everyone was happy with the result.  I think it’s great when parents bring their young ones out for such celebration and was really impressed by the number of Dads who patiently participated in the project we set out for them, along side their children. 

Sun Prints

Since arriving home and stopping to check my mail box, I found this blog! I want to post the Swords of Truth link for a couple of reasons.  First, the messages contained on this blog are inspiring and faith-filled.  Second, the content is provided by our associate pastor of St. Albert the Great Parish and to this point, I have really felt encouraged in my faith through his words.  I feel such gratitude.  We are blessed to have, as our priests, Father Kevin Tumback and Father Jerome Lavigne.

One of the priests who hugely influenced me in my life was Oblate priest, Father Jim Carroll.  An Irish priest, he was humble and full of generosity.  He was instrumental in bringing me to a life of wholeness and faith. Basilian priest, Father Clair Watrin, and Father Len Hagel inspired tremendous freedom in the demonstration of my faith.  Through these people, I was given support, guidance and kindness.  The knowledge that they shared with me remains with me and influences who I am today.