Out of the moulds!

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Waiting for those blue lights

TTC next vehicle said you’d be here eight minutes ago.

Now it says wait abother four.

It’s not that I have to go to work or anything.

It’s just that there are some ciment-lined silicone moulds waiting to be opened:

  • A bust of Carmina
  • A head of Robin
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The Breath Between Us

I am honoured to have some of my pieces included in the show, “The Breath Between Us”
Please join me and others for the official Opening Reception on Wednesday February 21 at 6:00pm in the Cathedral. Remarks, poetry, prayer, and music will kick off the evening, followed by refreshments, live jazz music, and ample time to view the artwork. Spend time mingling with the artists and take in the incredible energy of the Cathedral transformed by works of art.

Free & open to all.

 St. James Cathedral is at 65 Church Street (at King St.)
A selection of my work on exhibit will be
  • three prints:
    • an Intaglio (Sip of Tea),
    • a linocut (Hagar) and
    • a serigraph (Lightbreak),
  • one oil on canvas painting (Saphira);
  • four ciment fondue pieces on the depiction of ephemerality (Carmina and three figures) and
  • a compendium of a bronze figure, ceramic pieces of a box, a lizard and a tree trunk and a ciment fondue base depicting the story of Alamát ng Butikî. It will show for a month along with other artists in the community. I am honoured to be included in the show. 

A theme description of these pieces are as follows:


  • Fragility.Carmina and the three figures. Reflecting fragility. Constantin Brancusi said, “What is real is not the external form, but the essence of things… it is impossible for anyone to express anything essentially real by imitating its exterior surface.” In many ways, all materials have always been here.  Clay remains and is recycled. The same materials we hold today were here before we were. Perhaps, the images and the sounds made then have been recorded in these same materials, if we just listenandlook very closely.
  • Lightbreak
Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice,
To undo the thongs of the yoke,
To let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?
Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
And bring the homeless poor into your house;
When you see the naked to cover them and not to hide yourself from your own kin?
Then your light shall break forth like the dawn
And your healing shall spring up quickly. [Isaiah 58:1-9a]
The Distillery District did not always look like the shinybauble that it is now. I remembered looking at a window in one of those dark buildings and saw how the light broke in from one of its panes, seeming to fill the room with some sense of daring, throwing an insult to the darkness, showing it for what it is and  inviting the viewer to swim in its waves of light.
  • Alamát ng Butikî. The Legend of the Lizard. The legend is actually quite disturbing but is a common story that is told about the nobility
    of motherhood. I started thinking about Mary as a mother who had a son who was bent to behave and act in a way that brovsvsvs-alamat ng butikike her heart. The legend of the lizard still disturbs me. It is because it was Mary the mother who saw her son broken. Maybe I’ll finish writing that story some day.




  • Saphira. There is that moment of recognition

Saphira - Acts 5that she lied and kept something hidden away. Saphira, the gem, wife of Ananias was stricken and died. Acts 5: 1-11

  • Hagar. She bore a child for her mistress, which was found redundant and so was thrown out to survive in the wilderness, yet God heard her cry, contended with her and gave her the means to survive and for her son Ishmael to thrive.
  • Sip of Tea. It is a sip of life, to take a pause, sometimes with friends, or alone, to feel the warmth and the astringency, and be alive again.
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Britain Street

Source: Britain Street

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The Hour of the Wolf

The sculptures and this e-mail, led me to see her work.

Beste mensen,

Graag stel ik u ervan op de hoogte dat de beeldenserie „The Hour of the Wolf” opnieuw te zien zal zijn. In Museum Jan Cunen worden de beelden geëxposeerd op een etage van een gigantisch herenhuis, in de voormalige slaapvertrekken. Ieder beeld krijgt een kamer, en het licht zal verduisterd zijn om de sfeer te versterken. Het is een ideale plek om dit project te tonen, zoals ik het altijd in gedachte had. Je mag door de slaapkamers van de slapelozen dwalen en ze bekijken tijdens een heel intiem moment. Wat een troostende gedachte dat je tijdens een slapeloze nacht, niet de enige bent die wakker ligt..

Wilt u de opening bijwonen? Reageer dan snel, er is een beperkt aantal plekken: info@museumjancunen.nl

Hartelijke groet,

Lotta Blokker

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The Yurt


“The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls,” Paul Simon in the Sound of Silence, February 1964.


The yurt became the symbol of the Occupy movement, the “Q,” carrying with it the dreams and aspirations for an alternative to the greed that is imposed as the mainstream.

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Plegaria Muda

In February 2015 I saw Doris Salcedo’s Plegaria Muda, an installation at the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago. Each sculpture was composed of two tables inverted upon the other with a layer of earth in between where live grass was shooting out from the inverted table on top.

The artist said that her research into gang violence in Los Angeles showed that victims and perpetrators share socioeconomic circumstances that lead to conditions of increased violence. Viewed as lesser in the eyes of society, these lives matter only to those who grieve for them, as for the grieving mothers of those in mass graves in Colombia.

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Cincinnati, May 2013

new Cincy

Revitalization efforts transformed Washington Park into a park much like any other city parks as found in Toronto. In 2001, Cincinnati had one of the largest urban disorders in the United States.

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A Ladybug Welcome in Haarlem


It was warm. Before we entered the door to the place where we were to stay in Haarlem, a ladybug flew by to welcome us.

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Lola Tia Maria

She came at summer’s end and needed a place to stay for a few days. She stayed  for almost  a year.  And in my heart, forever.

She was quiet, mostly kept to herself, made sure to be helpful
with household chores and when  she took her turn in the kitchen, it was often a memorable meal.

She was my mother’s aunt. She called her Tia Maria. All elder women are grandmothers. So we called her “Lola.” Lola Tia Maria.

summer-endWe were told to be kind to her and to be specially quiet when she was quiet.

Sometimes, in the late afternoon when the sun begins to cast shadows that taller versions of ourselves call us to play from the ground, we could hear her sighing and singing a tune, and sometimes she would be dancing, as though waltzing with someone from the shadows, or somebody we could not see. Then she would start crying.

She was tall, with long hair she drew to a bun at the nape of her neck. She did not wear make up and she did not have any teeth. She was beautiful. Other women in the house thought she would be more beautiful if she had teeth or wore make up.

In one of those times when she cried so quietly, I held on to her and she held on to me also that we cried together until she laughed. Then she wiped her tears, went to the kitchen and taught me how she made popped rice.

About 20 years before she lived with us, she was one of the women who was taken to the “rape camps” during the Japanese occupation when she was just seventeen. As many as ten men a day would rape her. “Comfort women.”

The ‘Peace Monument,’ representing the ‘comfort women’ forced to become sex slaves for the Japanese Forces during the Second World War, sits  at Toronto’s Korean Community Centre, the Korean Canadian Cultural Association (1133 Leslie St.).

A film called “The Apology,”by Tiffany Hsiun that told the story of three former “comfort women” who were among the 200,000 girls and young women kidnapped and forced into military sexual slavery by the Imperial Japanese Army during World War II is currently showing at Hot Docs until Thursday December 8.

I need to see this film. I also need to sit at the “Peace Monument” at the Toronto Korean Community Centre. I want to remember the warmth of Lola Tia Maria’s tears. Perhaps, I will also make popped rice.

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