Watercolour Wisdom & Whimsy

When my new friend, Amanda, asked me to sign-up for a fall art class waaaay back in June, I agreed right away. We picked a Friday/Saturday course called Watercolour Wisdom & Wisdom put on by Vermilion River Community Learning and taught by the talented Monica To, who teaches art at JR Robson School.

I painted those circles & they actually kind-of sort-of look like three-dimensional spheres. Maybe I’m not completely hopeless. A little direction, & instruction go a long way!

We spent Friday night learning a variety of different techniques. During Boxing Day sales last year, I picked up a watercolour set & have messed around with it a few times, not having much of a clue about what I was doing. Learning some actual techniques that I could take back home made the whole course worthwhile.

Like most of my artistic endeavours, this watercolour course provided a lesson in patience. Sometimes, I have a hard time paying attention to small details because I get really exited about the “big picture” or my goal for the finished product. Practicing adding depth when shading circles demanded patience, & I was forced to slow down & enjoy the process.

Saturday brought its own challenges. We started the morning learning about colour theory, & practiced mixing different colours together to create skin tones & other subtle effects that a regular palette cannot provide. Considering I never even took an art class in high school, (I totally regret this & that I didn’t take a second language in University) this was new & interesting information. At least I was a tiny bit familiar with colour wheels from my elementary art days back in grade 3. Thanks Mrs. Hauger!

My inspiration for the day.

Then, we were to chose an exemplar & email it to Monica, so she could print it off for us. We were going to create a “real” painting. Oh dear. I poked around on Pinterest, & picked this fall birch forest piece for several reasons. First of all, I love fall colours & the crispness of the air & the wonderful smell of rose hips & the promise of a new school year full of possibilities that all of those things signal. This piece seemed to capture that sense of possibility. Secondly, on Friday, we practiced a technique called scraping, where we dipped the edges of old loyalty cards in paint, then let them drag across the page. The result looked EXACTLY like birch trees, & I wanted to put this nifty little trick to good use.

My first real watercolour piece.

We started by tracing out the exemplar onto our sheets. My visual-spacial skills are not exactly top notch, &, while this might sound silly, I actually found it difficult to tell what lines belonged to my trees or branches, & which belonged to the empty space in-between. It took a lot of concentration to get my background painted into the right sections.  Next, I went to town scraping in my birch trees, & was quite happy with the results. Then came adding the leaves in the foreground. At this point, I was beginning to get tired, & frustrated. My painting did not seem to capture the same feelings the exemplar did, & every time I tried to paint the leaves on over top of the trees, they just looked really awkward & out of place. Perhaps mistakenly, I decided to use a splatter technique where you flick paint off of your brush. So much fun! Drawing on these techniques was going so well, I decided to try another that involved blowing paint through a straw. I thought the end result would look like a storm of falling leaves, but it just ended up looking like splatters & weird grass. Ahh, well. Perhaps I need to try an abstract piece next time. For a first try, my water colour career could have went much, much worse. &, as I have learned from 2016’s artistic forays, when they’re dry,  & viewed from a few feet away through less critical eyes, they tend to look much better.

I left utterly exhausted by the whole thing. I forgot how difficult being the student, & not the teacher, can be. In addition to that role reversal, I learned that art is hard. It forces your brain to think in new ways. It challenges deep-held beliefs you have about the world, & yourself. It stretches your attention span & ability to concentrate. It deepens your appreciation of the work of others. Art is hard, but art is also beautiful, & worthwhile. It makes you grow in all sorts of directions. Art is good for me, & I’m going to stick with it.




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Paint Nite

Paint Nite events have been popping up everywhere lately, & they’re something that’s right up my alley. Friends, snacks, drinksmohpaint, & art? Yes, please!

Luckily, my amazing friends put together a surprise Paint Nite for my stagette with Alicia Doerksen from Art of a Country Girl &, without knowing, helped me check something off my 2016 bucket list at the same time. So perfect!  Alicia doesn’t advertise, & relies on word-of-mouth. So here’s my word-of-mouth endorsement: she was awesome!
We had a group of twelve ladies, ranging from my former hockey teammates to my future mother-in-law. It was low-key, & exactly what I would have picked if I’d planned the stagette myself.


We started with the background, creating a sunset of layered colours. Next, Alicia taught us a little trick to make the horizon line; wait for the paint to dry, stick a piece of masking tape across to create a straight line, then paint on your ocean. Voila!


I usually find painting really scary & anxiety-inducing because the idea of messing up & “ruining” my piece is floating around in the back of my mind. Luckily, Alicia gave great directions about how to put the paint on the brush, what type of brush strokes to use, & made me so comfortable that I went ahead & painted some palm trees into the foreground that don’t look half bad!


At first, I thought that at a Paint Nite, everyone’s pieces would be pretty much identical, but that’s totally not the case. I love how everyone’s finished painting is unique, & reflect’s their personalities.

We had so much fun, my Mom & I are now organizing a Christmas-themed Paint Nite with ladies from her family. At this rate, I might end up with a whole gallery of Kirsten originals!

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The Wheel- A photo essay

Growing up, I took hand building pottery classes at the Cultural Centre in Beaverlodge on several occasions. Our instructor was  a lady named Darlene Dautel, & her enthusiasm & patience provided an enjoyable first experience with pottery; when I look back on those classes I have nothing but warm memories. For a kid who was usually busy with sports, these classes were a chance to be creative. Once, Darlene even let us try the pottery wheel, fearing that clay would end up absolutely everywhere . . . & it did!

One of my goals for this year was to take an art class, so when I got an email saying that the Vermilion Pottery Guild was bringing in an instructor from St. Paul, Gladys Fleming, to teach a seven week beginner wheel class, I jumped at the chance. Each class was three hours, & it was wonderful to have such a large chunk of uninterrupted time carved out of my week dedicated to something tactile & calming. Working with clay is, for me, an antidote to stress & the disconnect that I sometimes feel from my body when I become busy. On the wheel, the clay does not lie; if you hold stress in your body, it will show up in the clay. Throwing on the wheel requires patience, letting go of the quest for perfectionism (I’m getting better!), &  learning to embrace happy accidents.

I chronicled my progress, week-by-week, by snapping a few pictures. I like that now, after the fact, I can use the pictures to remind me of the skills I learned, from throwing a simple cylinder, to glazing. It’s also a reminder of the investment of time, energy, & care that goes into creating a single piece of pottery. Appreciate those artists people!

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SCUBA Training: Part 2

I liked Part A of my Open Water Diver course.  Breathing under water in the pool was new & fun because it was contained in an environment I’m super comfortable in from my years of lifeguarding & teaching swimming lessons. The SDI Open Water course requires participants to take Part B, the actual open water portion, within six months of completing Part A. I knew this upon registering, so despite our summer being super busy (which is what happens when you decide to make a wedding happen in just four months!), I registered for a weekend of diving at Lac Beauvert in Jasper National Park. Here’s the part where I have to admit something that I’m not proud of; at one point, it occurred to me to just not go. I was scared. The thought of diving in a lake, instead of in the safety of the pool where I’m confident, made me nervous. Really nervous. But, I’d come this far, & couldn’t stomach the thought of seeing my investment of time, money, & effort be for naught either. So, I went.

If you go to Jasper & don't post a cliche wildlife picture were you even there?
If you’re in Jasper & don’t post a cliche wildlife picture, were you even really there?

By the time we picked up my gear in Edmonton, reached Jasper, set up camp at Whistlers, & got a good night’s rest, I’d convinced myself things would be okay. “I can do this” &  “I can do hard things” became my mantras. We left the campsite in plenty of time to get to the lake & I was feeling pretty good about the power of my positive thinking . . . until we got lost on the way  because I used Google Maps for directions, which took us to the completely wrong side of the lake, & showed up 20 minutes late for the first dive. Even worse was having to admit that I’d used the map provided when I picked up my gear to start our campfire the night before. Things were not off to a great start.

This negativity continued when I struggled to put together my BCD, tank, & regulator & no instructor showed up to introduce themselves or to help. I’d been hoping they’d go over set-up as a refresher, but everyone else in the class had taken their pool portion the weekend before & knew exactly what they were doing. I took mine back in March, so my memory was a bit foggy! Luckily, a really nice girl the next truck over helped my out (& ended up being my dive buddy), & soon a woman showed up to introduce herself as Angie, the instructor.

We met in a circle, introduced ourselves, & did a briefing. Our little group was made up of two couples, myself & my dive-buddy, our instructor Angie, who is one of the owners of The Dive Outfitters, & ~six other guys who were training to be dive masters.

Out first entry into the lake would be a quick snorkel dive, wearing both layers of the 7 mm wetsuits, our hoods, gloves, & boots, masks & snorkels, just to get accustomed to the buoyancy provided by the thick suits & to acclimatize ourselves to the chilly mountain water. One of the most stressful parts of the dives was getting on the ridiculously thick wetsuits (they did keep us toasty warm though). To give some context, a regular wetsuit you might wear wake boarding is 3 mm thick, & these are so large that my elbows hurt from trying to bend in them. The neoprene hood also made me want to gag & forced my vision forward, like a horse with blinders on. “If you can do this, you can dive anywhere,” one of the dive-masters-in-training commented. For a moment, I imagined a tropical beach, wearing my swimsuit, watching sea turtles, & admiring the coral. One can dream. The snorkel dive was easy though, & over in a

Tip from a fellow diver: "Like with most things, if you can keep breathing, you'll be okay." 
Tip from a fellow diver: “Like with most things, if you can keep breathing, you’ll be okay.”

flash. We returned to shore to put on our heavy BCDs & weights & to have another briefing.

Each dive during the course had a certain number of skills that had to be performed. Dive #1 was to start with regulator removals, clears, & exchanges, & mask removals & clears. As we each followed the buoy rope, descended & settled onto the bottom to wait for further instructions, we kicked up the sand all around us. My mask was already fogged up, & the combination seriously reduced my visibility & sent me into near panic mode. It took every single  fibre of being in my body & the greatest display of will-power I have ever made to make myself stay on the bottom, breathing in-and-out, in-and-out, instead of swimming back up to the top, declaring, “I don’t like this!” & going home. That experience, of conquering my fear, of controlling my body by controlling my breathing, & controlling my mind by choosing courage over fear, is something I will never forget because it’s something I wouldn’t have been capable of doing several years ago.

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“To escape fear, you have to go through it, not around.”
― Richie Norton

Dive #2 included several more skills like partner tows, emergency ascents, alternate air-sharing ascents, & a fun swim focusing on improving our buoyancy skills. I was proud of myself for completing all of the skills successfully (we’d already had one member out of our little group of six decide to quit after the first dive), but wasn’t necessarily having much fun. The equipment was so awkward, my mask kept fogging up, & I was having a tough time staying near the bottom during our fun swim.

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I was mostly looking forward to hitting up Jasper Pizza Place, having a nap, & enjoying a toasty warm fire back at the campground. The pizza did not disappoint, I got my nap, & then something incredible happened.

The best pizza in the Rockies.
The best pizza in the Rockies.

Brian said to me, “This isn’t easy for you is it? I’m proud of you.” & he was right. Here I was, doing something really hard, that most people don’t even attempt, & was beating myself up about it. My perspective changed dramatically thanks to that comment, & Brian deserves a giant shout-out for being my shore support & sticking around all weekend, helping me get the heavy gear on-&-off, & generally being his friendly, positive self. He even made us some new friends & possible future dive buddies! I couldn’t do these kind of things without his support.

The next day I returned to Lac Beauvert with a very different frame of mind than on day 1. We were early & had time to marvel at the stillness & beauty of the lake & the mountains. I set up my gear with confidence. I’d done this before & knew what to expect.


Then, the instructors pulled out a compass. Now, I’m an educated, middle-class women, so I know how a compass is supposed to work theoretically, but I’d never actually used one. With some coaching & practice on land, I got the hang of it, & overcome my hangup on anything that has to do with numbers.  Dive #3’s first skill was underwater navigation. I definitely didn’t love this portion, & wouldn’t pursue it in a more advanced course, but it was interesting. After this, I’m also pretty certain I’d never go out with just a buddy, something I’d soon be certified to do, in large lake or an area we didn’t know well. My navigation skills aren’t the best & I would’t be comfortable relying on them without instructors nearby. During this fun swim I shot up from near the bottom to the surface unintentionally, & at a fast clip. I tried to go back down but by ears hurt, so I came back to the top in pain. With a lot of equalizing, I was able to go back down & finish the last couple minutes of the dive, but I was very careful to equalize often on the final dive, & ended up at the hospital a few days later just to make sure everything was okay.

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The final dive was where the weekend really came together for me. No more practicing skills, just a fun dive like I’d imagined. I had my buoyancy figured out much, much better than on previous dives, I kept track of my dive buddy makingprogressmuch, much better than on previous dives, & I was loving every minute! Because Lac Beauvert backs onto the golf course at Jasper Park Lodge, I found three golf balls, tucked them up between the layers of my wetsuits, & was able to bring them back to shore for Brian. Because we weren’t stirring up sand from the bottom, the visibility was great, & I enjoyed the cool feeling of the water as we swam along. I marvelled at the spring-fed water vents on the bottom of the lake, where the sand would rise, then be suspended, in small puffs as new water entered the lake from the earth below. I even felt the thermocline as we descended down to ~40 feet, the deepest I had ventured in my life. I returned to shore grinning from ear-to-ear. I’d done it! I was now a certified Open Water Diver!

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One thing that stood out to me over the course of the weekend was how friendly, helpful, & passionate the diving community is around Edmonton. It was cold, it was raining, & it was a rare summer weekend in Canada, yet all these people chose to be at Lac Beauvert. Between dives they don’t hide in there vehicles with the heaters on (which I may have done once or twice). Instead, they eat their snacks standing up, in a circle, chatting about their love of diving their equipment, & the sport in general. It was easy to see they really love SCUBA diving, & that it would be a great community to be a part of. I think Brian picked up on this vibe too because by the end of the weekend, despite his ear issues, he was asking me if I thought he’d like it, & was making plans to take the hour-long Discover SCUBA course at the NAIT pool this winter to see if he’d like to take his certification course. For someone who generally chooses to sit on the shore while I swim, that’s powerful stuff!

My biggest takeaway from this experience is the realization that sometimes the challenges that I choose to take on are going to be really hard. It is in the challenge, & in the courage & perseverance that it takes to push myself out of my comfort zone, that I grow into a better, more capable, more confident, person. & that’s a win I’ll take any day!

“I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing . . . ”

-Dawna Markova

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SCUBA Training: Part 1

My new mantra: Write down what you want to achieve. Then, take steps to make those things happen. 

I’ve wanted to learn to Scuba dive for ages, but always put it on the “someday” list that I keep in the back of my head. This year, I’m following my strategy from 2015 of making a list of the things I want to accomplish, then taking concrete actions to make those goals a reality. With this in mind, I actually signed up for my Open Water Diver course from SDI in January!

“The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.”
― Jordan Belfort

Last Friday, I headed to Edmonton for the first day of my certification course at The Dive Outfitters. Cheryl & Ross, the instructors, were both extremely welcoming and helpful. We learned about the different pieces of Scuba equipment, and how to assemble them. At first, “O” rings, BCDs, & regulators were foreign and intimidating, but that quickly vanished. We had a quick break and reconvened at the NAIT pool for an easy 200 m swim test. Next, we donned the equipment for the first time and slipped into the pool’s shallow end. We practiced breathing through the regulators underwater (absolutely terrifying at first!) and removing & clearing our masks underwater.


Saturday began with a classroom session, then back to the pool. This time, we performed a 10 minute “float test” of treading water in the deep end, which wasn’t too difficult thanks to my years of lifeguard training. We partnered up with dive buddies (Thanks George!) & got our Scuba gear on standing up. Holy moly! The full BCD unit plus a tank of oxygen is heavy! We practiced stride entries into the water, then went through a series of practice drills. Then, it was back to The Dive Outfitters for a final classroom session on Dive Tables. They’re designed to help divers to calculate safe lengths & depths of consecutive dives. They were tricky at first, but I think I’ve got the hang of them now.

By Sunday, I was starting to feel more comfortable. We had a final classrooms session in the morning, and a final pool session at 11:00. We spent the majority of the time trying to achieve neutral buoyancy, and playing with our dive computers to achieve proper ascent/descent rates and equalization.

“To breath underwater is one of the most fascinating & peculiar sensations imaginable.”

-Tec Clark

We also practiced skills in a cold water hood & gloves, since all Scuba diving in Alberta lakes requires this equipment. Finally, we went back to The Dive Outfitters for a final review & paperwork.

I was terrified of breathing underwater at first, but by Sunday I was kicking around the perimeter of the pool, hovering only a foot or two above the bottom.


Now, I have six months to complete the outdoors portion. This calls for a trip to Jasper, the BC coast, or somewhere hot! Stay tuned.

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