Lee Oldford Churchill, Canada

Residency Period: 1 September 2016 – 30 June 2017


Bio

Born and raised in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Canada, Lee began her formal training at Sir Wilfred Grenfell College in Corner Brook, NL. In 1998 she transferred to the University of Alberta in Edmonton, majoring first in sculpture, then switching to painting and printmaking. At U of A she earned her BFA with Distinction in 2000 and then went on to earn a M.A. (Art Conservation) and M.A. (Art History) from Queen’s University, Kingston, ON in 2000 and 2006 respectively. She currently resides in Calgary, AB, Canada, where she works as the Paper Conservator at the Glenbow Museum and as an instructor at Wildflower Art Centre, City of Calgary. Her current work utilizes watercolour, pastel, acrylic, pen, and other media.

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On-hiatus Proposal Summary

Working full time and parenting, Lee has struggled to maintain her “professional artist” status as designated by Canada Council for the Arts and other public institutions, which also qualifies her to apply for funding to sustain an artist career. She feels trapped in the circle of “not enough work=not enough sales and exposure=not enough money=having to be employed=not enough time=not enough work”.

While making art has been part of who she is, the pressure and stress of “being engaged” with her practice has driven her to the point where she feels her whole life may be happier if she just stopped, if she gave up defining herself as an artist-who-does-other-work-to-support-themselves and embraced being solely an arts-industry-employee.

Through her participation in RFAOH, she wants to give herself permission not to produce art, to ultimately examine if letting go of “being an artist” will make her feel less pressure and stress, and return some joy to this aspect of her life. Her requested residency period overlaps with her son’s school year during which time she may participate in some activities without the guilt of her inner voice screaming ‘if I have any time I should be making art’.

Although she is hesitant to set out too detailed a plan for fear of creating a high pressure situation similar to the one that she is in now as an artist, one of her on-hiatus activities may be taking a class in clay. It is an area that has no association to her past art practice, and she wants to see if she can engage meaningfully with the process of creating, or whether it has become so entwined with stress/anxiety that any attempt to create is a trigger for feelings of failure, anxiety and inadequacy about her self-identification as an artist.

She hopes this hiatus would give her time and clarity to make a decision whether defining herself as an artist is worth it, or if not being an artist is better for her mental health, family life, and relationships. If she decides to return to art, she hopes it would bring fresh inspiration and perspective.


Final Report

My experience as an RFAOH resident has been amazing. It is a cause for ongoing and future reflection that having an external, and thereby legitimizing, force say it was 'ok' not to make art, I let go of an immense amount of stress and gut-wrenching anxiety. I am not entirely comfortable with the idea that I need an outside agency validate my thoughts and actions.

I did the clay class I set out in my proposal and as I hoped it showed me that I am still in love with artmaking and am so very happy when I give myself over to the process. I had thought I would review Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" as well but I decided (after a few months of seriously avoiding getting it off the shelf) that my reluctance was something I should listen to. If I was dragging my heels, forcing myself to re-read it was against the spirit of my hiatus.

With my mother-in-law passing away and then my father being incredibly ill, my hiatus ended up looking very different than anyone could have thought. I spent a full two months of it away from everything focusing on the people who truly matter rather than immersed in the 'daily grind'. Both the hiatus and these events have drastically altered my perceptions and goals.

I still feel battered and broken. But there's been a release - like when you have a bad tooth and once the dentist fills it you realize how miserable it was and now you're a bit boneless.

I'm on the mend.

I'm human and I have bad habits.

I feel like my hiatus had changed me and that I won't try to shoehorn myself and my work into a mold we don't fit. But I know it is going to take constant vigilence to not fall into anxiety and let it push me into areas I'm not happy with. Whether my hiatus will change the look of my work, I don't know yet. But it will certainly change the spirt behind it.


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Sept 29

I’m sitting here trying to understand.

Four days ago one of the most active and health conscious people I know fell over and died.

We were putzing along with our lives, spending Sunday cooking and cleaning when we got a phone call that my mother-in-law was gone.

It doesn’t make sense, it shouldn’t have happened. She was touring Scandinavia with two of her best friends. We had just gotten pictures of her toasting with aquavit and of the stave church they had visited.

img_3607 Every fall we go to a fair and buy hundreds of pounds of produce –that was going to be my original post, a tally of all the wonderful foods I had made and preserved, all sparkling in their jars.  Piles of blanched veggies bagged for the freezer. What recipes worked out this year, which hadn’t. But half the recipes I use were hers – a few weeks ago she had given me a carrot rhubarb marmalade to try this year. But a big part of the fun was getting to talk it over with her, on the phone, in text and pictures, chatting about how much money was saved and how much better the food tasted. She always had stories about things her Mom had canned and tips and tricks to try next time. I’m giving away what’s not done. I can’t bring myself to keep working on it.

Peter and I will be celebrating 20 years together in the spring. And over that time Mrs. Churchill and I have been known to regularly butt heads. Peter has described her and my relationship as ‘zesty’. He’s even been heard to say (safely, muttering under his breath) that she and I were both obstinate and opinionated.

But we had our rituals whenever we were together – we both felt a tall can of apple cider was too much, so we always shared. She bought us matched glass mugs that fit exactly one-half a can. This past summer we bought one of every type of apple cider in the liquor store so we could figure out which was the best. Each afternoon, with our mugs in hand, we lounged in our Adirondack chairs reading while the children played. Every time we travelled together we searched out yarn stores. We both loved the chance to pet, ohh and ahh over new finds (and if they were on sale? Bliss!) Peter feared that one day he’d totally lose us – we’d wander into a yarn store and never be seen again. We had been trying to take a weaving class together for about 4 years. We were talking about how to make sure it would work out for next year. We were all about tea rooms! She was one of the very few people I’ve ever met who loved tea rooms as much as me. The opportunity to sit with a pot of tea, whether a new flavour or old favourite, and enjoy a scone or snack was basically never passed up. We often shared those too – then the calories don’t count.

She was one of the best people I know at truly living in and enjoying the present – the pleasure she took in that cup of tea or that perfect little petit-four was equal to a great ski run or golf round. Every morning she lit a meditation candle with her breakfast and read a spiritual passage to contemplate during the day. When she was grieving for her husband, she got the most insanely difficult knitting pattern I have ever seen so that it would occupy her whole mind. She called it her Grieving Sweater and wore it proudly. She read Marie Kondo’s “The life changing magic of tidying up” last spring and was so very pleased with how nice all her clothes now looked in her drawers (probably that only thing untidy in her house).  

 Her social life was more active than a teenager’s! She was involved with the Retired Teachers’ Association, her sorority, her church, her bridge club, skiing, golfing, yoga… We often called only to be told she couldn’t stay on because she was having friends over for a meal or movie. Or she was on her way out to the theatre, a concert, or poetry reading. Or teaching a Syrian family English. Or tutoring disadvantaged children in reading.

 

She was 73, but I fully expected she’d be at my funeral.

 

Now we have no idea when she’ll be returned from Sweden to her home town.

 

We’re in limbo, grieving, disbelieving, shocked.

 

 

Leave a Comment (4)

Wayne Lim wrote on Oct 31:

Looks like things are also not going so well for you! I hope you're coping well!

co-director (m) wrote on Oct 3:

My sincerest condolences to you and your family Lee. Take care.

Linda Oldford wrote on Oct 1:

Lee, our deepest to Peter, you and family. What a beautiful tribute to Mrs Churchill you've written. It must be so diffult waiting for her to arrive home. Hugs

co-director (s) wrote on Oct 1:

I'm so sorry to hear this shocking news, Lee. This is the kind of thing that really makes me think of "values" in life. Life is so frail and with full of precious moments other than what we think they are.