where my grandmother was born (detail 1 of 3)
Artist: Marlene Creates
Work ID: 2024
Description: From the series 'Places and Presence: Newfoundland kin and ancestral land, Newfoundland 1989-1991' (a series of 3 assemblages). Auntie Rowe and Grandmother Turner were sisters. That land where the church is, I heard Mother say so many times that Grandmother Turner and Auntie Rowe helped to clear that land where the church is. The house was sort of down here then. The house wasn't in the centre of the land because there was a big field and Grandfather had a bit of a garden, potatoes and that, I suppose. That's the old house. It was beautiful. It had seven bedrooms, and a big attic. It should never have been torn down. It would be a landmark. The Hotel, this is what they used to call it, Turner's Hotel, because they used to have so many people staying. Grandfather was well known around because he was a camp inspector and a ship's pilot. And then he had the post office in one part of the house, in the back or something. I was born in there, in the old house. We moved in here when I was about six or seven. This is the front garden gate to go to the main road, only a narrow dirt road. You go out the gate, you walk down only a few steps, and you go in Auntie Rowe's house. Here's the old barn in here, a little bit to the side, where this house is to now. Grandfather had sheep and rams for breeding. And he used to keep geese. I suppose that's why there's so many stinging nettles around the place now. Grandmother had a little flower garden out in front. This is the walk from the house out to the gate. There was a long platform out in front of the house to walk on. Flowers all around there. Now there are still some flowers there, called Mellow Sweet. Tall, like a round bed of them. Belonged to Grandmother. I see them there, nobody caring for them. And the trees down near the beach, they were on the end of the house. Aspen trees. That's one thing that hurt me so much, that the land was sold and went out of the family. And I said, I just hope he doesn't cut down those trees.
Des mesures : 161.29 x 50.8 x 18.415 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1989-1991
Matériaux :
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
Oeuvre d'art par Marlene Creates
Josephine Kalleo, Labrador 1988 (detail 2 of 2)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2023
Description: From the series 'The Distance Between Two Points is Measured in Memories, Labrador 1988' (a series of 18 assemblages).
Des mesures : 27.94 x 134.62 cm
Collection: Art Gallery of Newfoundland & Labrador, St. John's, Newfoundland
Date de réalisation : 1988
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
Josephine Kalleo, Labrador 1988
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 422
Description: From the series 'The Distance Between Two Points is Measured in Memories, Labrador 1988' (a series of 18 assemblages).
Des mesures : 27.94 x 134.62 cm
Collection: Art Gallery of Newfoundland & Labrador, St. John's, Newfoundland
Date de réalisation : 1988
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
Josephine Kalleo, Labrador 1988 (detail 1 of 2)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2022
Description: From the series 'The Distance Between Two Points is Measured in Memories, Labrador 1988' (a series of 18 assemblages).
Des mesures : 27.94 x 134.62 cm
Collection: Art Gallery of Newfoundland & Labrador, St. John's, Newfoundland
Date de réalisation : 1988
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
where my grandmother was born
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 421
Description: From the series 'Places and Presence: Newfoundland kin and ancestral land, Newfoundland 1989-1991' (a series of 3 assemblages). Auntie Rowe and Grandmother Turner were sisters. That land where the church is, I heard Mother say so many times that Grandmother Turner and Auntie Rowe helped to clear that land where the church is. The house was sort of down here then. The house wasn't in the centre of the land because there was a big field and Grandfather had a bit of a garden, potatoes and that, I suppose. That's the old house. It was beautiful. It had seven bedrooms, and a big attic. It should never have been torn down. It would be a landmark. The Hotel, this is what they used to call it, Turner's Hotel, because they used to have so many people staying. Grandfather was well known around because he was a camp inspector and a ship's pilot. And then he had the post office in one part of the house, in the back or something. I was born in there, in the old house. We moved in here when I was about six or seven. This is the front garden gate to go to the main road, only a narrow dirt road. You go out the gate, you walk down only a few steps, and you go in Auntie Rowe's house. Here's the old barn in here, a little bit to the side, where this house is to now. Grandfather had sheep and rams for breeding. And he used to keep geese. I suppose that's why there's so many stinging nettles around the place now. Grandmother had a little flower garden out in front. This is the walk from the house out to the gate. There was a long platform out in front of the house to walk on. Flowers all around there. Now there are still some flowers there, called Mellow Sweet. Tall, like a round bed of them. Belonged to Grandmother. I see them there, nobody caring for them. And the trees down near the beach, they were on the end of the house. Aspen trees. That's one thing that hurt me so much, that the land was sold and went out of the family. And I said, I just hope he doesn't cut down those trees.
Des mesures : 161.29 x 50.8 x 18.415 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1989-1991
Matériaux :
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
where my grandmother was born (detail 1 of 3)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2024
Description: From the series 'Places and Presence: Newfoundland kin and ancestral land, Newfoundland 1989-1991' (a series of 3 assemblages). Auntie Rowe and Grandmother Turner were sisters. That land where the church is, I heard Mother say so many times that Grandmother Turner and Auntie Rowe helped to clear that land where the church is. The house was sort of down here then. The house wasn't in the centre of the land because there was a big field and Grandfather had a bit of a garden, potatoes and that, I suppose. That's the old house. It was beautiful. It had seven bedrooms, and a big attic. It should never have been torn down. It would be a landmark. The Hotel, this is what they used to call it, Turner's Hotel, because they used to have so many people staying. Grandfather was well known around because he was a camp inspector and a ship's pilot. And then he had the post office in one part of the house, in the back or something. I was born in there, in the old house. We moved in here when I was about six or seven. This is the front garden gate to go to the main road, only a narrow dirt road. You go out the gate, you walk down only a few steps, and you go in Auntie Rowe's house. Here's the old barn in here, a little bit to the side, where this house is to now. Grandfather had sheep and rams for breeding. And he used to keep geese. I suppose that's why there's so many stinging nettles around the place now. Grandmother had a little flower garden out in front. This is the walk from the house out to the gate. There was a long platform out in front of the house to walk on. Flowers all around there. Now there are still some flowers there, called Mellow Sweet. Tall, like a round bed of them. Belonged to Grandmother. I see them there, nobody caring for them. And the trees down near the beach, they were on the end of the house. Aspen trees. That's one thing that hurt me so much, that the land was sold and went out of the family. And I said, I just hope he doesn't cut down those trees.
Des mesures : 161.29 x 50.8 x 18.415 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1989-1991
Matériaux :
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
where my grandmother was born (detail 3 of 3)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2026
Description: From the series 'Places and Presence: Newfoundland kin and ancestral land, Newfoundland 1989-1991' (a series of 3 assemblages). Auntie Rowe and Grandmother Turner were sisters. That land where the church is, I heard Mother say so many times that Grandmother Turner and Auntie Rowe helped to clear that land where the church is. The house was sort of down here then. The house wasn't in the centre of the land because there was a big field and Grandfather had a bit of a garden, potatoes and that, I suppose. That's the old house. It was beautiful. It had seven bedrooms, and a big attic. It should never have been torn down. It would be a landmark. The Hotel, this is what they used to call it, Turner's Hotel, because they used to have so many people staying. Grandfather was well known around because he was a camp inspector and a ship's pilot. And then he had the post office in one part of the house, in the back or something. I was born in there, in the old house. We moved in here when I was about six or seven. This is the front garden gate to go to the main road, only a narrow dirt road. You go out the gate, you walk down only a few steps, and you go in Auntie Rowe's house. Here's the old barn in here, a little bit to the side, where this house is to now. Grandfather had sheep and rams for breeding. And he used to keep geese. I suppose that's why there's so many stinging nettles around the place now. Grandmother had a little flower garden out in front. This is the walk from the house out to the gate. There was a long platform out in front of the house to walk on. Flowers all around there. Now there are still some flowers there, called Mellow Sweet. Tall, like a round bed of them. Belonged to Grandmother. I see them there, nobody caring for them. And the trees down near the beach, they were on the end of the house. Aspen trees. That's one thing that hurt me so much, that the land was sold and went out of the family. And I said, I just hope he doesn't cut down those trees.
Des mesures : 161.29 x 50.8 x 18.415 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1989-1991
Matériaux :
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
where my grandmother was born (detail 2 of 3)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2025
Description: From the series 'Places and Presence: Newfoundland kin and ancestral land, Newfoundland 1989-1991' (a series of 3 assemblages). Auntie Rowe and Grandmother Turner were sisters. That land where the church is, I heard Mother say so many times that Grandmother Turner and Auntie Rowe helped to clear that land where the church is. The house was sort of down here then. The house wasn't in the centre of the land because there was a big field and Grandfather had a bit of a garden, potatoes and that, I suppose. That's the old house. It was beautiful. It had seven bedrooms, and a big attic. It should never have been torn down. It would be a landmark. The Hotel, this is what they used to call it, Turner's Hotel, because they used to have so many people staying. Grandfather was well known around because he was a camp inspector and a ship's pilot. And then he had the post office in one part of the house, in the back or something. I was born in there, in the old house. We moved in here when I was about six or seven. This is the front garden gate to go to the main road, only a narrow dirt road. You go out the gate, you walk down only a few steps, and you go in Auntie Rowe's house. Here's the old barn in here, a little bit to the side, where this house is to now. Grandfather had sheep and rams for breeding. And he used to keep geese. I suppose that's why there's so many stinging nettles around the place now. Grandmother had a little flower garden out in front. This is the walk from the house out to the gate. There was a long platform out in front of the house to walk on. Flowers all around there. Now there are still some flowers there, called Mellow Sweet. Tall, like a round bed of them. Belonged to Grandmother. I see them there, nobody caring for them. And the trees down near the beach, they were on the end of the house. Aspen trees. That's one thing that hurt me so much, that the land was sold and went out of the family. And I said, I just hope he doesn't cut down those trees.
Des mesures : 161.29 x 50.8 x 18.415 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1989-1991
Matériaux :
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
Our Coastline is Natural & Scenic
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 420
Description: From the series 'Language and Land Use, Newfoundland 1994' (a series of 13 assemblages). "In this whole area," the curator at the nearby museum told me, "they spread acres and acres of beach rocks for drying fish. The rocks, being round, leave air pockets between them," he explained, "and of course the sun heats them up. It's a French technique that comes from Brittany. This place was first settled by the French in the 1600s. Just four miles away there were English people and they used flakes for drying fish. Even where the oil tanks are, all that was what they called beaches. You see remnants of it everywhere and there's only one reason for the beach rocks to be there , it's because someone hauled them up there." He continued, "Most of the people who tended the fish were women. Women used to refer to it as working on the beaches. And down where the houses are, that was all beaches. There were no houses there then. All just a big mass of fish down around here, spread out on the beaches as far as the eye could see. The widows would be given preference to work on the beaches. They wore long black dresses and black sunbonnets. In those days there used to be quite a few widows, because if there was a schooner lost with all hands, as high as twenty-six people could go down with it." I met an elderly man who was taking a walk along the beach with his son and daughter-in-law. They were visiting from another part of Canada. The man told me his mother used to work all along here, supervising the fish-drying. "She was the boss of the beaches," he said.
Des mesures : 177.8 x 200.66 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1994
Matériaux : 3 b&w photographs, selenium-toned silver prints, hand written panel, pencil on matboard, and beach rocks.
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
The Following are Punishable Offences in this Area
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 419
Description: From the series 'Language and Land Use', Newfoundland 1994' (a series of 13 assemblages). The tower was built almost one hundred years ago to commemorate the 400th anniversary of the landing made by the Italian explorer John Cabot, though it is not known where he landed. It was three hundred years after the arrival of Europeans before the road was cut to the summit; in the 1700s artillery was lifted up the cliffs with ropes from the harbour below. I could hear cars passing on the road: people out for an Easter Sunday drive to the top of the hill that overlooks the city and the ocean. The hill where I go in the fall to pick partridgeberries has been home to families, soldiers and signalmen who ploughed fields, grew vegetables, and kept cows, horses, sheep and pigs. Five dogs and their owners were taking a walk along the trail bordering the pond. Between 1870 and 1920 people with tuberculosis, diphtheria, smallpox, and cholera were sent into quarantine in old barracks that stood near the pond and on the summit. The whole area has been a national historic park since 1958. I have heard that in the future we may have to pay an admission fee.
Des mesures : 177.8 x 200.66 cm
Collection: Canadian Museum of Contemporary Photography, Ottawa, Ontario
Date de réalisation : 1994
Matériaux : 3 b&w photographs, selenium prints, hand written panel, pencil on matboard and partridgeberry twig
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
Our Coastline is Natural & Scenic (detail)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2028
Description: From the series 'Language and Land Use, Newfoundland 1994' (a series of 13 assemblages). "In this whole area," the curator at the nearby museum told me, "they spread acres and acres of beach rocks for dying fish. The rocks, being round, leave air pockets between them," he explained, "and of course the sun heats them up. It's a French technique that comes from Brittany. This place was first settled by the French in the 1600s. Just four miles away there were English people and they used flakes for drying fish. Even where the oil tanks are, all that was what they called beaches. You see remnants of it everywhere and there's only one reason for the beach rocks to bethere , it's because someone hauled them up there." He continued, "Most of the people who tended the fish were women. Women used to refer to it as working on the beaches. And down where the houses are, that was all beaches. There were no houses there then. All just a big mass of fish down around here, spread out on the beaches as far as the eye could see. The widows would be given preference to work on the beaches. They wore long black dresses and black sunbonnets. In those days there used to be quite a few widows, because if there was a schooner lost with all hands, as high as twenty-six people could go down with it." I met an elderly man who was taking a walk along the beach with his son and daughter-in-law. They were visiting from another part of Canada. The man told me his mother used to work all along here, supervising the fish-drying. "She was the boss of the beaches," he said.
Des mesures : 177.8 x 200.66 cm
Collection:
Date de réalisation : 1994
Matériaux : 3 b&w photographs, selenium-toned silver prints, hand written panel, pencil on matboard, and beach rocks.
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
The Following are Punishable Offences in this Area (detail)
Artist: Marlene Creates
ID : 2027
Description: From the series 'Language and Land Use', Newfoundland 1994' (a series of 13 assemblages). The tower was built almost one hundred years ago to commemorate the 400th anniversary of the landing made by the Italian explorer John Cabot, though it is not known where he landed. It was three hundred years after the arrival of Europeans before the road was cut to the summit; in the 1700s artillery was lifted up the cliffs with ropes from the harbour below. I could hear cars passing on the road: people out for an Easter Sunday drive to the top of the hill that overlooks the city and the ocean. The hill where I go in the fall to pick partridgeberries has been home to families, soldiers and signalmen who ploughed fields, grew vegetables, and kept cows, horses, sheep and pigs. Five dogs and their owners were taking a walk along the trail bordering the pond. Between 1870 and 1920 people with tuberculosis, diphtheria, smallpox, and cholera were sent into quarantine in old barracks that stood near the pond and on the summit. The whole area has been a national historic park since 1958. I have heard that in the future we may have to pay an admission fee.
Des mesures : 177.8 x 200.66 cm
Collection: Canadian Museum of Contemporary Photography, Ottawa, Ontario
Date de réalisation : 1994
Matériaux : 3 b&w photographs, selenium prints, hand written panel, pencil on matboard and partridgeberry sprigs.
Collection virtuelle : Original CCCA
