Catherine Miller

Changing Environs

Changing Environs Invitation

Changing Environs in Ink

Remembert this? Well, today it became these, invitations for Catherine’s Confederation Centre Art Gallery show, which opens on February 24, 2013:

Changing Environs Invitation

The Prince Edward Island letterpress cut was a loan from Ian Scott; the headline are in Akzidenz Grotesk 48 point and 60 point, the date and time in Bodini Bold 24 point and the credit line in Bodini 12 point.  Because I only had one “Island,” I had to run each of the 75 copies through the press 3 times, and then another time for the black, so it was a 3-4 hour job. But I’m very happy with the result.

Changing Environs in Metal

Catherine’s show, Changing Environs, has been open at the Confederation Centre Art Gallery since the beginning of the month; it’s really quite wonderful, and one of the highpoints of my day is wandering through the Centre lobby on the way to or from coffee and seeing something I didn’t see before (can there be any greater gift from a love than the opportuntity to see into their soul through their art?). 

The “official opening” (where there’s wine and cheese and talk of “conceptual intentionality”) is coming up on February 24, 2013 at 3:00 p.m. at the Centre, and you are all heartily invited (Catherine’s parents will be here, and they live in Ontario!). I started work – late, admitedly, but better than never – on the invitation for the opening; it will be printed in two colours on my letterpress, and here’s the black set up and almost ready to print:

Changing Environs Invitation Typeset

I hope to have these printed and off into the hands of patrons of the arts Friday or Monday.

Catherine NYC 2012

Catherine jetted off to New York City this morning for a fun-filled week with our old friend (and erstwhile Islander) Cindy. They’re staying on the Upper East Side at a place that advertises itself as being “a unique setting for reflection, study, fellowship, and prayer.” I’m not sure they plan on doing much of any of that, but who knows what might happen.

In the meantime, this, young Oliver and I are left to fend for ourselves. We did not-so-bad this morning, although when the 8:10 a.m. leave-home-for-school time arrived I realized that I hadn’t completed the final few lunch-preparation steps mandated by Catherine (cut up the fruit, decant the hummus). Next week I won’t have the benefit of the “okay, so I’ve made most of Oliver’s lunch” program backing me up and will have to take things to another level.

If you happen to be in New York City for the next week, and have some sort of radical lesbian poetry knitting festival that you think Catherine needs to attend, please send word.

Oliver and I have a busy program of activities planned, from the downtown schools family fun day and the banquet of the Canadian Home and School Federation tomorrow through to an ambituous home renovation project (or, at the very least, a plan to clear out the front bedroom that’s been accumulating bits and bobs since last summer when it was our dumping ground for all things not required by our summertime renter during our time in Berlin).

So if, over the next week, you see me looking slightly more dedraggled than usual, or witness Oliver with his trousers on backwards or pita bread in his hair, you’ll now have some context.