The esteemed Brick Books (of London Ontario) is celebrating 40 years of poetry publications. (No easy feat in Canada's publishing climate...). To commemorate this noteworthy event they have developed a retrospective overview of living (and dead) poets who have been re-interpreted by keen readers - and listeners - of poetry.
I am delighted to say I've been profiled in Week 13 of this wonderful project. The ever-gracious Dr. Carol Soucek King, a former fine furniture design colleague, and friend, has profiled several of my earlier poems in her engaging and flattering tribute.
Sample words by Carol follows: 'I had written some decades ago about the expertly crafted warmth, charm
and wit that Lindsay brought into her award-winning furniture designs. These
qualities are so deeply inherent in her Self that it should be expected
that they would be cornerstones for everything else she does,
especially those items produced by her writing hand.'
It is an honor - and a privilege - to be represented amongst such august poetic Canadians.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Dundas Valley: Spring 2015
Back to painting. Did a little 'study' that I then transformed into a much larger painting (6'x4') of the view from on top of the Escarpment overlooking the Dundas Valley. Oddly, I'm liking the study better, even though it is on a wrinkled canvas with obvious slap-dash errors. Strange how that happens sometimes ... Still, at the end of the day, I paint for YOU to enjoy. Hope you like this most recent effort.
If interested in purchase, please get in touch. Cheers, mlh
If interested in purchase, please get in touch. Cheers, mlh
'Study' Dundas Valley, Spring 2015 by m.l.holton - acrylic on loose canvas |
Dundas Valley: Spring 2015 - acrylic on canvas - by m.l.holton |
and then, just for fun ...
another piece that emerged from a deep & peaceful dream from not too long ago ...
.... must be Spring ... those colours & the light :)
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Greater Hamilton Music Directory LAUNCH - March 11th, 2015
Glad to be one of 97 funding-supporters behind the
brain child of music teacher & musician, Glen Brown.
I've got a little advert in the directory
for my last summer CD release, Summer Haze
for my last summer CD release, Summer Haze
( MLH plays a century-old Canadian-made Bell Upright.
Originally recorded 30 years ago ... transferred to CD last year: Lotsa Fun!)
Glen has worked tirelessly to get this directory out in time for the JUNOS,
hosted this year, in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. - Look for it.
It's chock-a-block full of local talent, musical gear, editorials & jammin' activities.
Wednesday night, March 11th, 5:30pm onwards ....
27 King William Street, downtown, in the Hammer.
Get yer printed copy there!
Get yer printed copy there!
Excerpt from on-line edition - Summer Haze advert. |
Monday, March 9, 2015
'Artists of Halton&Peel' at Joshua Creek Heritage Art Centre
Thrilled to have one of my paintings selected for the inaugural juried show
'Artists of Halton & Peel Counties' Exhibit
at the Joshua Creek Heritage Art Centre
Opening Reception: Sunday, March 15th, 2-5pm
Showing until April 19th, 2015
Where? - 1086 Burnhamthorpe Road, North Oakville, Halton County
Great vibe in this lovely facility, with a very groovy renovated barn 'space'. The centre includes twelve acres at the headwaters of Sixteen Mile Creek, North Oakville, in Halton County. Jurors for this show included: Dick Rampen, a multifaceted artist with over 25 years teaching as an OCAD professor, and Shirley Erskine, a highly renowned & respected artist, and teacher/resident at Joshua Creek Studios.
All welcome to the reception on Sunday, March 15th, 2-5pm -
or drop by during the week from Tuesday to Sunday, 1-4pm.
Otherwise, by appointment only. Call ahead.
See you there!
(p.s I have to split a bit early, at 3:30-ish on Sunday)
Update, March 16th: GREAT OPENING! Great turnout for this show!
with Founder of Joshua Creek Heritage Art Centre, Sybil Rampen, front & centre :)
(in front of my painting - 'Spring Creek'.)
... and spring oozing everywhere. It's just around the corner.
Saw flocks of geese landing in thawing corn fields ... a welcoming sight.
UPDATE: Exhibit extended until May 2nd.
Get up there if you can!
Update, March 16th: GREAT OPENING! Great turnout for this show!
with Founder of Joshua Creek Heritage Art Centre, Sybil Rampen, front & centre :)
(in front of my painting - 'Spring Creek'.)
... and spring oozing everywhere. It's just around the corner.
Saw flocks of geese landing in thawing corn fields ... a welcoming sight.
UPDATE: Exhibit extended until May 2nd.
Get up there if you can!
Sugaring Off at Westfield Heritage Village
I just love this time of year ... the sun is slowly warming up everything ...
There's nothing more indicative of spring then the rising of tree sap ...
This hardy trio is tapping 160 maple trees at Westfield Heritage Village
over the next few weeks.
The syrup fest runs on March 15, 22, & 29, Good Friday April 3 and Easter Sunday, April 5, as well
as Wednesday, March 18 and Thursday, March 19 during March Break. All are welcome.
WATCH - Sugaring OFF! - via VIDEO LINK
WATCH - Sugaring OFF! - via VIDEO LINK
One maple tree produces about 1 litre of pure maple syrup
after the sap is boiled down.
'Tapping' is a native tradition, adopted by the French, then
the English. Examples of that evolution are re-enacted all around the village
by enthusiastic volunteers who play-out our colonial history. The wafting smells
of wood smoke and boiling sap are a intoxicating combination when walking from
display to display.
Log cabin mistress tends a cooking fire at Westfield Heritage Village, March 2015.
The19th century schoolhouse. No computers or cellphones needed for education back then ...
Main means of transportation before rail or auto
If going, be sure to wear good water-tight boots. The snow
is melting fast, and it gets muddy.
Westfield Heritage Village
is near Rockton, Ontario, about 40 minutes from downtown Hamilton, by car.
For more information, including maps & entrance fees, link to Westfield Heritage Village.
Now published on Raise the Hammer
Now published on Raise the Hammer
Monday, March 2, 2015
Front Cover of Silver & Gold SPRING 2015 edition
Friday, February 13, 2015
34th Annual Spring Orchid Show & Art Exhibit @RBG
Up for TWO DAYS ONLY - Don't Miss It!
Saturday, Feb. 28th - 12 noon to 5pm
& Sunday, March 1st, 10am-5pm
at the Royal Botanical Gardens,
hosted by the Orchid Society of the RBG.
Regular RBG Admission with $3 off for seniors.
I will be offering up my zany triptych, 'Orchids', as seen above.
It's a crazy jam-packed orchid fair for garden & art loving enthusiasts.
All welcome. See you there!
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p.s I covered this show a few years ago.
Did a little slide show ...
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p.s I covered this show a few years ago.
Did a little slide show ...
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
God, the Unknown, Skeptics & Dying
Sometimes you stumble on something on the net that just rings so true, you must share. This is one such occasion. This story first appeared on Facebook several days ago, under a friend's timeline. I'm not sure who wrote it, or where it even originated. But, without a doubt, it is one of the BEST 'stories' I've ever heard about 'God, the Unknown, Skeptics & Dying'. I'd like to credit the original author, but, seriously, I have no clue who that is. If you know, please post in the comments below. Otherwise, enjoy & pass it on ... It's wise and witty. :)
"In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above."
Great eh?
Update: Source: Originally written in Hungarian by Útmutató a Léleknek, translated by Miranda Linda Weisz
"In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?”
The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.”
To which the second replied, “Sometimes, when you’re in silence and you focus and you really listen, you can perceive Her presence, and you can hear Her loving voice, calling down from above."
Great eh?
Update: Source: Originally written in Hungarian by Útmutató a Léleknek, translated by Miranda Linda Weisz
Thursday, January 15, 2015
The Freelton Antique Mall: Eclectic, Exquisite & Eccentric
Sample of 5'x8' Booth at the Freelton Antique Mall |
The 'mall' is a buzzing beehive filled with magnificent & mundane bounty ...
Well worth a visit to Freelton, Ontario. The adjacent 'Thai' cafe is e-e-eccentric too!
Check out my latest review (with a walk-about video) in Raise the Hammer.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Chief Joseph Brant: The Man, The Myth.
I have, for some time, been interested in the life and times
of Chief Joseph Brant. He was, without question, a colourful and controversial
figure caught up in the crush of the cultural evolution that swept over the North
American continent during the end of the 18th century.
My portrait of him is an imaginative interpretation of him
as a young man, based on prior 'formal' and 'informal' euro-portraits done of him later in life.
(Note: He lived long before photography, as a documentary device, emerged.) All
we have today are other artistic interpretations of him. Mostly he was
painted as an emissary for his people, though, in fact, he had little
hereditary stature within the then small Mohawk nation. The 'Chief' designation
came as a 'war' appellation, later in life.
I've now added my own portrait of Chief Joseph Brant to the
well-known portrait pantheon of the man, created by George Romney, Gilbert Stuart, William
Anderson, Charles Wilson Peale, Ezra Ames etc.
Who was Chief Joseph Brant?*
Chief Joseph Brant (b.1743-d.1807)
- aka Thayendanegea
("he who places two bets") - was a prominent Mohawk politician and
warrior during the American and British Revolution in North America.
Joseph became a
'Brant' when his mother (of the matri-lineal Mohawk Wolf Clan) married for a second
time to Brant, a well known Mohawk leader. "Her new husband's
family had deep ties with the British; his grandfather was one of the Four
Mohawk Kings to visit England
in 1710." (Wikipedia) Joseph's half-sister, Molly, soon established a common-law
relationship with Sir William Johnson, the influential and wealthy British
Superintendent for Northern Indian Affairs. Sir William was fluent in the language of
Mohawk and was greatly involved with the development of 'British-Indian'
relations over the course of his lifetime. Joseph moved in with them at Johnson Hall, and
William soon took on the responsibility of educating Joseph to, what would
become, the 'New World'.
It is interesting to note, that, by the time of his death,
Johnson was one of the largest landowners in British America, (170,000 acres), and
one of it's largest Northern slave owners (60 Afro-Americans and numerous indentured Irish families worked his lands and mills.)
Sir William Johnson was also a strong supporter of the
British Anglican Church to counter the influence of French Catholic
missionaries in western New York.
By so doing, he consolidated both Iroquois and British territorial and growing commercial
interests against the rival Algonquin and invested French interests.
In 1769 Sir William Johnson paid for the construction of an
Anglican church for the Mohawk on land donated by Molly Brant. He is known to
have had 8 children with her, as well as numerous other children by other
women. (Not particularly 'uncommon behaviour' for that era.)
Joseph watched this powerful man of influence and learned how to 'operate' ...
Starting around age 18, Brant took part with Mohawk and
other Iroquois allies in a number of British actions against the French in what
is now upper New York state and Canada.
In the spring of 1772, at 29 years of age, Brant went to Fort Hunterto stay with the Reverend John Stuart. He became Stuart's interpreter and
teacher of Mohawk, collaborating with him to translate the Anglican catechism
and the Gospel of Mark into the Mohawk language. Brant was, seemingly, a devout Anglican.
He married three times: Peggy, who died of tuberculosis,
(and had two sons, including Isaac who he later killed, in 'self defense'),
Suzanna (died in 1777, with no issue) and Catherine Adonwentishon
Croghan, who he married in the winter of 1780. She was the daughter of
Catharine (Tekarihoga), a Mohawk, and George Croghan, a prominent Irish
colonist and British Indian agent, deputy to Sir William Johnson. She and
Joseph had seven children.
On November 11, 1775, Guy Johnson (nephew of Sir William)
took Brant, aged 32, with him to London
to solicit more support from the British government. Brant hoped to persuade
the Crown to address past Mohawk land grievances in exchange for their
participation as allies in the impending revolutionary war. The British
government promised the Iroquois people land in Quebec if the combined Iroquois nations
would fight on the British side in what was shaping up as open rebellion by the
American colonists. In London,
Brant was treated as a celebrity and was interviewed for publication by James
Boswell. His portrait was painted (twice) by famed
portrait painter, George Romney, and later, by other notable portrait artists. He
was received by King George III at St. James' Palace. Life was good.
Meanwhile, the existing council of the Six Nations had
previously decided on a policy of neutrality between the warring North American
euro-factions. They considered Brant a minor war chief and his Mohawk clan a
relatively weak people. Frustrated, Brant recruited insurgents who would become
known as 'Brant's Volunteers'. In essence, these fighters were a mixed band of marauders
who raided frontier communities, stealing cattle, livestock & crops, and burned
homesteads, killing many 'enemies' ...
In July 1777 the Six Nations council decided to abandon
neutrality and entered the war on the British side. Brant soon acquired a reputation
as 'Monster Brant' for his lack of restraint in military actions. That
nickname was built, it seems, on unsubstantiated rumor, but stuck. During his
assorted military escapades, he was wounded twice, once in the ankle, and once in
the leg.
In May, 1779, Brant returned to Fort
Niagara where, with his new British salary
and plunder from his raids, he acquired a farm on the Niagara
River, six miles from the fort. To work the farm and to serve the
household, he used slaves captured during his raids. Brant also bought two slave girls,
a seven-year-old African-American girl named Sophia Burthen Pooley & her sister. They served
him and his family for many years before he sold Sophia to an Englishman in Ancaster for $100. (It appears that Sophia and his wife, Catherine, didn't get along that well ...)
He, like Sir William Johnson before him, built a small
Anglican chapel for the Indians who lived nearby.
With the Treaty of Paris (1783), both Britain and the United States ended their conflict.
Both countries studiously ignored any prior land sovereignty issue with the
Indians. Brant was disgusted by this
betrayal and became instrumental in the establishment of the Western
Confederacy (of 15 tribes), that attempted to regain sovereign control of former
native lands. The long and the short of it, they did not succeed.
Brant, however, was 'honoured' in 1784 by then Upper Canadian
Governor, Haldimand, with a pension and a proclaimed land grant for a Mohawk
reserve on the Grand River in present day Ontario. Later that year, the clan matrons
decided that the Six Nations should divide, with half going to the Haldimand
grant and the other half staying in upstate New York.
With his secured funds, Joseph built
a new house in Brant's Town which was described as "a handsome two story
house, built after the manner of the white people." Therein, he managed 20
white and black servants and slaves. (Brant believed Anglo Governments made too
much over the keeping of slaves. Captives
of war were long used as servants in Indian practice.) He developed a good farm
of mixed crops and also kept cattle, sheep, and hogs.
In 1792, the American government invited Brant to Philadelphia, then capital of the United States,
where he met President George Washington and his cabinet. The Americans offered
him a large pension, and tried to lure back the Mohawks, with a reservation in upstate New York.
In early 1797, Brant traveled again to Philadelphia
to assured the Americans that he "would never again take up the tomahawk
against the United States."
Brant actually offered his band of 'volunteers' to the French to "overturn the British government in the
province." ...
He eventually secured 3,500 acres from the Mississauga
Indians at the head of Burlington
Bay. (By then, Upper Canada's Lieutenant Governor, John Graves Simcoe,
would not allow land sales between Indians, so he bought this tract of land
from the Mississauga
and gave it to Brant.) Around 1802, Brant moved there and built a mansion that
was intended to be a half-scale version of Johnson Hall. He is known to have had a prosperous farm, in
the colonial style, with a 100 acres of crops.
His last words, reputedly spoken to his adopted nephew, John Norton, reflect his lifelong commitment to his people: "Have pity on the poor Indians. If you have any influence with the great, endeavour to use it for their good." In 1850, his remains were carried 34 miles in relays on the shoulders of young men of the Grand River Indian Reserve to a tomb at Her Majesty's Chapel of the Mohawks in Brantford, Ontario.
In summation, Brant clearly acted as a wily negotiator for the Six Nations. He used British fears of his dealings with the Americans & the French to extract concessions, and to self-profit. His conflicts with British administrators in Canada regarding tribal land claims were later exacerbated by his renewed relations with American leaders. Yet, even so, the Brits allowed him to settle handsomely in Upper Canada, off reserve.
Brant was a war chief, not a hereditary Mohawk chief or sachem. His decisions could and were at times overruled by the assembled sachems and clan matrons. However, his natural ability, his early education, and, the connections he was able to form, made him one of the most influential Indian leaders of his time.
His lifelong mission was to help the Indian survive
the transition from one culture to another, transcending the political, social
and economic challenges of one of the most volatile, dynamic periods of North American
history.
UPDATE, June 2021: Have just stumbled on an in-depth analysis of Brant's land-grant negotiations and war-time escapades. Dive deeper here > http://www.biographi.ca/en/bio/thayendanegea_5E.html
NB: There are ample on-line resources to further expand your knowledge of this intriguing man ...
In other news ... and a curious bit of timing ...
The City of Burlington unveils a new heritage plaque this week ...
The City of Burlington unveils a new heritage plaque this week ...
For an interesting general history about Burlington, go here> http://www.eureka4you.com/burlington/history-history.htm
There's an curious piece of trivia on that site about the living tree that Brant used as a marker to walk off the boundaries of his land grant.
There's an curious piece of trivia on that site about the living tree that Brant used as a marker to walk off the boundaries of his land grant.
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