My Grammy is the most beautiful human being inside and out. She has been my best friend from the very beginning, when she stood outside the delivery room listening to the first cries of her first grandbaby. Now, almost 25 years later, she is still my confidante, my biggest fan, and one of my heroes. Everyone jokes that I am her favorite grandchild (she has ten or so), and she stopped denying it many years ago. Growing up, my grandmother faced many challenges and tragic losses. Her mother died when she was five or six years old, and her father struggled to care for her on his own. The situations in which she grew up were not supportive or loving. Even among family, she struggled to fit in and fought to be and feel accepted. Somehow, out of that darkness and loneliness, she bloomed to be the most loving, kind hearted, and generous person I have ever met. I have never once doubted her unconditional and whole hearted love for me. She made sure that I never struggled to find or feel love and acceptance. Everything she does, she does out of love for her family, and she will give and give and give without ever taking a second for herself.  My Grammy has provided the most beautiful example of strength, selflessness, forgiveness, and family devotion, and I hope to follow that example for my children and my grandchildren.

​~ Jessica Bissett

This image was taken 10 years before I was born, by, I am guessing my Grandfather, likely in Kansas. She loved to drive and always had nice big cars. She was a photographer and a piano, organ and voice teacher in Lodgepole NE, population 460. She was independent, bossy and a fabulous cook. When I was 4 or 5 we would paint together from picture books while also watching The Edge of Night. Once while she was napping (presumably I was as well) I trimmed one of her eyebrows before she awoke. Born April 24, and I April 25; she has always been my "spirit twin." She played the organ at our church and sang with an amazing vibrato that gave me goosebumps. She lived life at full throttle, full volume, sensual, juicy, true and beautiful.

~ Elizabeth Bunsen

This summer I picked up a set of Liquitex acrylic gouache because I really enjoyed working with gouache in college (a long, long time ago) but haven't found a brand that I have enjoyed using. Often gouache, which kind of feels like a chalky mix of watercolour and acrylic, doesn't smell very nice and isn't very smooth on application. It definitely has its place, particularly in illustration, but I wanted to try it again. Anyway, the Liquitex acrylic gouache is nice as far as the medium goes, but I am still struggling with it a bit. I finally decided to return to the altered book I've been working on and work back into the portraits I painted of my daughters and I'm liking it much more. This medium is fantastic for altered books as I find watercolours too transparent while acrylics are too sticky. I may have to make a couple of more adjustments and may also add some airbrushed patterns with Liquitex acrylic ink. We'll see. So far, so good, in any case.

I have a few new projects in mind currently...one I've begun by starting layers of paint and pattern on a couple of dozen canvases, a second was started on 12-7x14 inch canvases plus I am about to begin working with non-toxic paints which will require a bit of a learning curve for me. The product is Natural Earth Paint which is pigments ground from natural stone and then hand mixed using walnut oil and eco solve (a natural thinner). The pigments are harmless and can even be mixed for watercolours and children's paint and face paint. I'm a little nervous to switch from my tried and true acrylics but also excited as I have wanted to switch to organic products that were still professional for many years. I want to stretch my own organic cotton canvases again and have contacted my old alma mater (Red Deer College) for the home made gesso recipe to prepare canvas as well. I still have some paint and canvses to go through but am looking forward to the new year. Wish me luck!

We would go see my grandmother during the summer. We lived in Virginia and she was in Jamestown, Indiana. She lived in a farmhouse perched above a curve in the road. Depending on the year there would be corn or soybeans growing on the 10 or so acres behind the house. She and my Grandpa Lee had a huge garden and yard that flowed down to the field. They leased the farm acreage. Looking back, my memories are of playing with my cousins and the adults were in the background. I always felt a little exotic arriving in this rural setting.

My grandmother. My impressions are of a strong woman. She was tall and broad shouldered. She was very vocal, commanding, in charge and organized. Domineering is probably accurate. My Grandpa Lee was her 4th husband and they were married at least 20 years. I know she was a nurse. I know she made and decorated wedding cakes. I remember boxes and boxes of cake mix in her pantry. I remember looking at her photo albums of her cakes and stories of she and my grandpa delivering them. I can just hear her bossing him the whole time. She also canned. I remember shelves filled with canned green beans. Green beans and tomatoes are the two things I remember from her garden. She also had a stash of Avon in a closet, I assume she sold it at one time. I remember getting the ice cream cone lip balm, then the ice cream float for Christmas. My grandmother must have been a resourceful woman. I know she made choices that alienated my dad at various times in his youth. Those were hard times. All three of her sons joined the service right out of school and my aunt married a navy man.

There are several things that are her legacy. One, her children and grandchildren are workers. We all have this work ethic that we provide for ourselves even when times are tough. Second, nearly all of her grandchildren are in the healthcare field. Finally, we are readers. My grandmother sent me a check for $3.00 for my birthday for years. I bought Trixie Belden books with all that money! My dad, even now as his memory starts to fade, reads all the time. I remember my Uncle Jim and his kids reading all the time too.

I know I come by my personality honestly. My heritage is one of strong women paternally and maternally.

~ Elaine Harrison

I went for a beautiful ride in the country to drop off new work at Bluerock Gallery in Black Diamond, to pick up gifts and to see the clay exhibit. I was not disappointed. Love that drive through the rolling hills south of Calgary. The sun was shining and the roads were clear. My hand-printed heart cards, painted moons, a few more bee paintings and a couple of canoes are now available.

I love the work you’re doing with grandmothers! I’d love to submit my grandma. She passed away in 2007 and had moved here from India in the 90s. Never spoke English and taught my brother and I so much about our native language, culture and heritage. Your work has inspired me to reminisce :)
 
My grandmother’s name was Nihar Banerjee. She moved to Canada in 1992 and passed away in 2007. She was such a warm and tender presence in my brother and my life. She never spoke English which forced us to practice our native tongue, Bengali. She was deeply religious and taught us about different Hindu religions and would still take the time to learn about Christianity and Jesus’ life as she thought it was important to understand the predominant Canadian religion. My grandma was an amazing cook and cooked so many great vegetarian meals (they are hard to replicate when she taught based on a handful  of this and a pinch of that- I swear here hands were WAY smaller than mine :)).

​~ Annisha Chakravorty

Since drying prints can take up a lot of space, I decided to set up a drying rack in my studio. The beauty of art is that often you can use what you have, so I brought up a laundry drying rack. I couldn't find the clothespins (I guess that says a lot about how much this rack is used) so I rummaged through our home office and found every bulldog and butterfly clip I could find. I think there is a certain sense of satisfaction or feeling of accomplishment, no matter how small, when you make do with what you have when creating artwork. Other ideas that popped into my head were propping these on my dining table or hanging them from a curtain rod. That's the kind of problem solving I enjoy. :)