Coming home to where I grew up always brings me mixed emotions. The less then perfect childhood vs the wanting to reconnect with my family, the horrible mosquitos and black flies vs sitting outside in front of a fire, watching things from childhood deteriorate and shut down vs hearing and smelling the ocean. So many things, I could go on and on.
This visit has been no different, although I have really discovered where my need to create has come from. I was snooping around in my dad’s shed as I was trying to find my great grandfather’s old tools to take some pictures. (They really are something else as he made most of them himself and used them daily on his potato farm many moons ago). Anyway, as I was digging around I discovered some curious little nuts and bolts sculptures amongst all of the tools, junk and chaos.
I yelled for my dad and asked him where they came from…
He just kind of shrugged it off and said “oh, I made them but they aren’t finished”. Milah was standing next him and was shocked. He has always worked as a machinist or millright most of his life so she didn’t picture him as the artist type. She had no idea he was creative and said to me “Well now I know where you get your artistic talents from”.
Throughout my life my dad has always gone through artistic phases, he has painted, done soapstone carving and made pipes out of copper tubing but I hadn’t seen him do anything in a while.
I guess between renovating his house, working full time and sorting out his property, he still felt the need to create. He just found stuff he had laying around and went for it. It just kind of solidified my belief that as artists we have no choice in the matter, we must create. Even if we try to push it aside, it will always resurface.
He had a whole finished band in the house. The lighting wasn’t the greatest in there but this gal was my favourite with her pony tail and guitar.
I guess no matter the turmoil it is always good to stay connected to your roots.