As our summer is unfolding we are finding more adventures every day. After spending the morning with friends at the pool we made the trip back to Burnaby Village because my littlest child missed out on the vintage car tour in the 1924 Model T on our last visit and it had to be done! This amazing experience is only offered for a few hours each week – so glad we got the chance!
Just up the hill from the museum is the Burnaby Art Gallery which I haven’t visited since bringing classes in for the fantastic art opportunities they offer – I posted some of the incredible work created by my Grade One students at the gallery here. Today we made the trip (in spite of the outrageous heat!) to see the works of Gathie Falk…
These pieces are unconventional and inspirational. Gathie Falk herself has said her work is “a veneration of the ordinary”. You can see right away that she takes the “every day” and finds the way to show its’ beautiful and unique.
The art works are simple but surprising. My favourites were the tree and the leaves in the upstairs gallery…
But my son’s favourite was the show piece (and according to him, terrifying…)
Gathie Falk is inspirational to me because she has always followed her own inner compass and created the art she feels.
From her honest Canadian prairie beginnings to her grown up life (as a teacher!) she has been inspired by the things around her – groceries, clothing, life…
Here is an early work (1973 – my favourite year…)
The Burnaby Art Gallery has an idyllic location as well…it begins in the garden legacy of the original owner, Mrs. Grace Ceperley…
…and continues into the classic craftsman architecture of the house…
Can you believe how beautiful those leaded glass windows are? And the tile? I could have sat and stared all day but the sunshine was calling us back out to the lake…
It’s a beautiful life we are privileged to lead. Celebrate it with every breath.
“The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
William Shakeapeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream