MEET UP TO ORGANIZE FOR NO TANKERS


As a recently certified welder, I have been thinking deeply about my own choices of what kind of work I want to apply for. I am certified as a ‘structural welder’ by the Canadian Welding Bureau which boasts the highest standards when it comes to structural welding. I can choose to work with any small or large company that have need for welders to weld things together for good!

For example, I have applied to work as a welder for maintenance of BC Ferries, another example would be working with Marine Worker’s Union No.1 for a company that belongs to under the banner of Seaspan. Working in the shipyards would be a unique experience and one that I would welcome. Everyday in the news we hear about Port Expansion and development, I am learning about these issues, about our economy and where the jobs are for British Columbians.

There are three reasons I chose to go into welding. To use the skill of welding in the field of art, to apply it to creating public art and to work with other artists. The second reason I chose it is to have the ability to make more than ‘the living wage’ (which is 18.00/hr). The third and last reason, is that I wanted to challenge myself personally, to learn a practical skill that I could build on and get better at by practice. I look forward to working within the marine environment and hope to use the certification that I worked hard to attain. 

I am supporting the Dogwood Initiative because I will be a part of helping to conserve and preserve the Fraser River Estuary, the wetlands and marshes, and the coastline in general. I have decided that conservation is more important than development and prosperity. At the same time, I think that we can have a decent balance between the two. In the weeks ahead up to election day, I hope to have ongoing conversations with friends, neighbours and co-workers to further educate myself and continue to consider the near future, to understand what expansion and development means for BC’s coastline, so I can make informed choices for my livelihood for the environment and future generations.

The calming affect of light

Not in any particular order I am almost finished reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coehlo, while waiting for The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest by Stieg Larsson to come out in paperback.

Out on the coffee table is Metropolis (original short stories) Edited by John Scalzi, I read The Red in the Sky is our Blood by Elizabeth Bear an interesting primer to the film I saw the last week, The Greenhorns. Last but not least Captive by Donalda J. Reid, oh…. and I might have another go at The Life of Pi by Yann Martel because Colin Wright of ‘Blue Canoe and Galiano Island Inn Fame’, highly recommends it and because I am partial to Tigers, Ligers and Lions—well cats in general!

I put books out hoping to pick them up in between working at two jobs and being with my boys. Add to this my modules on welding and I have my reading list for the rainy days ahead.

I am telling you the truth when I write that often the sky out here is looking like a painting by J. M. W. Turner (1775-1881).

I chose this one, The fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up painted in 1838 since it reminds me of industry that goes on out here (Steveston, on the Fraser River) everyday.

Earlier this week, I was very excited to hear the news of Seaspan winning the $8 billion dollar contract to revitalize BC’s shipping industry. I am quietly hoping that there will be a place for me to weld too. Weather I work as a union or non-union welder, I am thinking there will be a few more women who will have their work cut out for them weather it be aluminum or steel.

Though I haven’t seen any battle ships lately a few months back the tall ships were in town for a three-day weekend and it was a dramatic display from my studio balcony.

I quickly sketched out with chalk pastel my view of the ships from the balcony. It was romantic moment and in the early days of summer when the air is warm and inviting —plein air, which always feels such a luxury and something I have yet to enjoy more of.

Continuing on with View from Studio 217 VI. What drew me to the place I live is the light, the south east-west exposure and the spectacular changing face of Garry Point.

On this rainy October day the greens are greener and the snow geese come and go flying their familiar formation while  each day, Oliver at Action Welding, runs out to watch while Jim and I smile at his childlike joy of seeing the birds that remind him of his homeland.

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Random reality strikes when you least expect

An artist at the Blue Canoe watched cbc

A celebration televised Danielle Hebert …. there she was, dirty and drenched from riding her BMW bike named ‘Beowulf’ every day all over the lower mainland. A discovery in her Dreams of fish and fishing on the Fraser River at Garry Pt was where history hit her square between the eyes and this became her inspiration on Lulu Island.

There, remnants of metal, money and music deepened into a mystery akin to nature

New Westminster would play a leading role and a potato from Richmond of all things! She reckoned society was ignorant of her sons while she traveled on the bus reading Steig Larsson’s, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Steveston was far away. She gazed out the window noticing the industrial landscape and laughed ….

Amidst Tubular and oddly shaped scrap metal she saw a unicyle beside a vegetable pile, close to WA Farms yet so far from the Wetlands.

Next up:

Feature Story: Amy J. Steele, Metal Artist….Coming Soon….

Women Welders (via Salonunidad’s Blog)

Thanks to Tom Murphy at Shamrock Welding for the opportunity to weld and for your desire to pass on your knowledge to me

Women Welders Line Up of Some of Women Welders Including The Women’s Welding Champion of Ingalls [Shipbuilding Corp., Pascagoula, Ms]., 1943 Photographer: Beebe, Spencer Subjects: World War, 1939-1945 Labor Women … Read More

via Salonunidad’s Blog

CSL Files 217 [2.09] Industrial Diner

Upon arrival within the space of a few minutes Sienna and Kate were sitting at their favorite Diner on an Industrial Island sipping bad coffee in china they loved that was indestructible.

Sienna read Real Estate Weekly but put it aside in favour of Margaret Visser’s “The Rituals of Dinner”.

Kate had just finished chapter two of  Thomas Szasz’s “My Madness Saved Me” and glanced out the front window taking in Szasz’s forceful statement:

‘Virginia Woolf was a victim of neither mental illness, nor psychiatry, nor her husband—three ways she is regularly portrayed. Instead, she was an intelligent and self-assertive person, a moral agent who used mental illness, psychiatry and her husband to fashion for herself a life of her own choosing.’

The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling me over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me. --Virginia Woolf, The Waves

For the few who dared take pleasure in an Island that boasted concrete production and education to those going into the piping industry, it was a cornucopia of industrial delights.

Sienna brought her camera and was determined to capture shots that were full of texture and 256 shades of grey she had learned about in her class, ‘Elementary Concepts of Graphic Design’.

Time was running short so they hurried from the Diner and took their bikes down to the river. There she swooned with a kind of ecstasy, Kate smiled to watch her take pleasure in Industry and trade.

….Geepers, I’ll be wrapping my mind around copper piping; the joining, preparation and care of it, how wacky is that? thought Kate

Metal excited her and she recalled late into the night a subtle metallic taste that lingered in her mouth usually after reading, A Liger’s Tale by Rhea Phoenix.

“When you are ready I’ll go with you, I’m here for you” said Sienna

“I know…” Kate replied as she admired Sienna’s stately amazon like figure.

Her elegant beauty made Kate heady. They couldn’t be more different in stature yet their passion for art, industry and trade brought a visceral excitement, a revelation that caused them to lose track of time when they reminisced over steel, the effects of weather on metal, every manner of and hue of rust—a natural patina that magically and invisibly developed in the dead stillness of nights long gone.

Kate smiled at Sienna recalling her clad in fashionable clothes from the ’80’s as she prepared to visit real estate clients. She would build her professional relationships on her own terms and make art because in her heart lay a child like trust. It was this she listened to and followed, the evidence of it lay in her determination that was as tall as the stature she boasted.

“Let’s go, we have a long ways back to Lulu” said Kate

“Ready” smiled Sienna

Mounting their bikes they found their way back from one Island to another with little trouble and traffic. Flat out riding on concrete they bore down on a beaten highway designed for diesel dykes since they were the ones who could take the heat alone, embodying the strength and wisdom of the Valkyries. They arrived in good time. Sienna pulled in to the driveway and ran into the house to find Gary lounging in a chair in his study with a cocktail in hand.

“Well how’d it go….I hope you took way too many pictures because you know I’ll be ruthless with you” he said affectionately as he kissed her mouth

“Of course hon, as usual I was beguiled. Kate is on her way and I’m excited for her and proud since she left the physics gig behind, she’s moving forward with her art riding the precarious vein of her closest sentiment” said Sienna

“Ah….that’s why I love you, you pull at my heart-strings with words so fine” Gary drew her towards him and she fell into a momentary spell as he caressed the nape of her long neck.

Kate was glad she got back to the studio in the early evening, so she could take in the last light of day. Approaching the entry way of the building she looked down to find a turtle on the concrete struggling half digging itself into the soil. Her memory was jogged, Roberto she thought suddenly….it won’t be long now until the desolation passes. She picked up the turtle and lay it next to the Richmond ditch.

She entered the studio and logged on to find the latest On the road post.

Danielle, it’s all going accordingly, you are finding your way….I knew you would

She walked out onto the balcony with a glass of white wine, the mountains of Vancouver Island were deep indigo blue, the water below, sea grass green—vivid serene colours washed through her with a hope brought on by deep consolation. Looking into the ditch below she pulled out her binoculars to search for the turtle. Surprisingly it still lay there until slowly it moved into the swampy water and disappeared under the surface.

The Phoenix