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B.A. Lampman

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photo by www.wendynesbitt.com

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My first art-related memory is of a project in Kindergarten. We were in small groups and we traced the contour of one of the children lying down on a long sheet of banner paper. We were making angels. Whether we were helped with drawing the outline of the wings or did that ourselves I don’t remember, but I do remember the feeling of shock and outrage when one of my fellow students started to colour in one of the wings with brown. This was wrong, and I said so.

This memory stands out because I’ve always been very particular and felt sure about the way things should look. For myself, obviously—since Kindergarten I’ve learned that other people have their own ideas. I know when a collage or painting is right and I know when what I’ve done doesn’t cut it, though I might be hard pressed to explain the distinction.

But that’s only one small aspect to art making.

An artist statement is supposed to explain why the artist makes art, but in my case I don't have a clear answer. Because that’s who I am? Because I was born that way? Because it calms me, and other things don’t. Because when I'm producing art the irritating, pestering functions of my brain shut down and something much more mysterious and elemental takes over.

I graduated with Distinction from Concordia University in Montréal in 1989 with a BFA major in Painting. I’d been planning to study languages, and/or psychology and world religions, but in a moment of madness I switched to Fine Arts. After graduating I eventually settled in Victoria, BC—lək̓ʷəŋən traditional territory—where my husband and I raised a stellar daughter. Lack of time and space compelled me to explore collage, and I did that for years. In 2015 I returned to painting with a vengeance. I also like writing, reading, taking photos, and singing.

Thanks for being here.

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Yesterday was Prince's birthday and I missed it 😭. ALWAYS THINKING OF MYSELF.

I painted him so many times after he died. I cried and cried and cried. I'm over it now... I guess.

RIP❤️ MY LOVE
Saturday, June 6th is the last monthly collage workshop UNTIL SEPTEMBER!

There are still spots left 👀

Call it art, call it therapy, call it relaxation for the nervous system. 

Whatever you call it, it's fun! The energy in the room is chill, but a
Feed the Monster No. 101
THE GIRL IN PIGTAILS

Wherein I write about how this sweet little girl who was/is me has claimed her role as the narrator of my only-just-getting-started graphic memoir The Mother Lode. 

SO IT WAS WRITTEN; SO IT SHALL BE DON
Feed the Monster No. 100
THE GRAPHIC MEMOIR PROCESS

Wherein I show readers the pages I've made for the preface, and then somewhere along the way decide I don't want to use those pages.

LOL, am I right? Anyway I'm doing it!

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Happy to have come out the studio first thing before a million other things take my attention. I caught my reflection in the window as the sun peaked over the house 👀
Feed the Monster No. 99
A WAY IN and A WAY OUT

Wherein I write about some exciting things that are happening, and death. And painting something that has personal resonance.

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Love from B.A. xo
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