One: Free to Be

Free, DEVENIR, retreat, mentor, neomosaic, mixed media
Reference Photo

Tucked away behind magnificent evergreens laces with witches’ brew, Terratima awaits new visitors and old friends. The main lodge easily housed our small group of ten people last weekend. Without internet we immersed ourselves in the work before us: where we were as artists, where we wanted to be, how to get there and be free to be.

A mentored retreat

All five members of DEVENIR, our group of Albertan visual artists, had successfully applied for this generously funded RAFA weekend retreat. Over the course of two full days each artist delved into a few fundamental questions about our work and our purpose. Serge Murphy guided our inner thoughts with insightful probes such as, “Why do you choose this colour over another?”, or, “How did you come to choose the medium you use?” 

A free to be space

Consequently, we discovered ourselves in the fundamental elements of our work. We are whom we have become through the influences, both positive and negative, of those around us, especially as children. Unconsciously, we choose our direction from those influences and with a little help, we build a space where we are free to be.

The exercise

New colour scheme: gel pen, coloured pencils, watercolour on hot pressed

Terratima provided a wealth of possibility for the visual exercise we undertook on this adventure. Serge asked us to take intimate photographs of details within the environment, close-ups of things we found intriguing. Using different papers and surfaces with the materials we had brought, we experimented and discovered different ways to manipulate the reference photos. Although I did not end up using the photos I had taken outside, I certainly harboured no regrets for having taken the two long walks around this expansive property. Winter has been long, the sunshine and the fresh air most welcome.

Our word

Watercolour pencil, crayons, ink on terraskin.

A second exercise ended up being linked to the first. We were to name in one word our state of being. As I worked the crack lines of the broken window, they easily penetrated the surrounding casement. Indeed, breaking free of the pigeon holing so carefully constructed during my younger years, the word “Liberté” (liberty) came to mind. I am free to be. My work reflects my freedom and my growing confidence that all is well and all will be well.

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