BUZZon.com
Submit Event

From the Noticeboard

Charlottetown Festival auditions

With a month to go in this season’s festival, Adam Brazier, artistic director of The Charlottetown [ ... ]

Premiere Toastmasters Club

Gain confidence and learn new skills such as impromptu speaking, communication, and leadership skill [ ... ]

The Human Comedy

The legacy of the the late Erica Rutherford

by Libby Oughton

Erica RutherfordHow did a talented and unusual artist born in Scotland, who lived and worked in England, Europe, South Africa and America find Prince Edward Island? Luckily, for all of us and the flourishing of the arts here, Erica Rutherford met Islander Jean Webbe when they were both working in Louisville, Kentucky. “You must go and see my beautiful Island,” Jean said, offering her home there for a summer vacation.

Erica and her partner’s family visited the Island in 1970, and quickly Erica fell in love with landscape, colour, horizon. By 1972 Erica found a house in Earnscliffe where she came every summer. Then in l977 she moved here permanently. After a few years, she spent much time searching for a larger home that could incorporate studio space, and found an old farmhouse in Pinette. She and Ambika Gail undertook vast renovations, including converting the barn to a printmaking studio, as well as creating a luxurious garden (where Erica dug 6 foot trenches for flowers!) to complete their paradise.

Erica was blessed with a creative and visionary mind, hand and eye that was equally at home in theatre, film-making and all visual arts. Once the Pinette barn was transformed, Erica and Ambika Gail conceived of sharing their love of printmaking by inviting prominent printmakers to give workshops here to local artists, then have another week for their own work…not to mention the added enticement of great food, wine and company. It only took the first visiting artist Jan Winton to rave about her experience here as the place to go. Many local artists were nourished, mentored and encouraged by these workshops. Printmaking thrived on the Island. Eventually this active group of artists formed the Printmakers Council of PEI and established a first class artist run studio in the Arts Guild building. This brainchild of Erica and Ambika Gail was a vital part of visual arts here. Their legacy can be seen in the new Confederation Centre Art Gallery show called Printed in PEI, which displays selected prints from the over 300 archival prints recently donated to the Centre by PCPEI.

As well as mentoring so many artists, Erica was actively printmaking, painting, designing theatre sets and writing. She illustrated two children’s books, published the hilarious Yoga for Cats, and then her autobiography Nine Lives in l993. Two years later she started her evocative series of paintings, The Human Comedy that would become a major show at Confederation Centre Art Gallery in l998.

Erica contributed so much to the Island…great art, a searching spirit of innovation, a vivid mind, kindness to other artists and a wicked sense of humour about life’s follies. To keep Erica alive in our hearts, The PEI Council of the Arts, along with Ambika Gail and daughter Susana, have created The Erica Rutherford Memorial Scholarship. This will be awarded each year to a young Islander embarking on studies in an accredited program in fine arts, theatre, dance, writing or film-making. The first award will be autumn, 2008. Erica’s family is considering a sale of some of her artworks to support the scholarship. We all feel Erica would totally support this initiative in her honour. She firmly believed in a wide education for artists and was quite outraged that after the early 90s there was no access to full higher arts education here.

All of us who love Erica will miss her profoundly. We have some comfort that she had a long, full and ever passionate life.

For more information about the Erica Rutherford Memorial Scholarship please contact the PEI Council of the Arts.

Tributes to Hilda


Compiled and edited by Libby Oughton

Hilda WoolnoughWhen I was asked by The Buzz to write about Hilda Woolnough, shortly after her death, I took my many fond memories of Hilda for a walk by the sea. As if written on the infinite horizon, I knew that one person (at least this one person) could never capture the essence, the complexity and vitality of Hilda. So in a conversation with her friend and neigbour Christine Stanley, we hatched the idea of asking some of her good friends to write short, personal tributes. And from these, that essence of the Hilda we loved might emerge, the earthy and the ethereal. We will all miss this grand, rich human being.

Silver Donald Cameron

Hilda Woolnough was a wonderful artist, an energetic activist, a loving mother, a penetrating critic, a glorious hostess and an exceptionally generous friend. I am grateful for her passage through my life in all these roles. But I will particularily remember the way she shared and amplified all these qualities in her joyful union with her life partner, Reshard Gool. For a certain period the two provided a roaring fire which warmed the whole cultural life of Prince Edward Island and beyond. With Hilda’s passing, that fire—already diminished by Reshard’s death—would seem to be extinguished. But in truth it still burns, in the work they did, and in our hearts, thoughts and memories.

Deirdre Kessler

Each time I have come to write something about Hilda, I get five seconds into the task and halt. Is it possible that Hilda is not at a poetry reading or drawing or dancing under the stars on the outdoor dance floor she constructed below her house and painted in vivid colours for her marvelous parties? Isn’t she somewhere organizing the Children’s Art Expo or keeping the province alert about the necessity of art at the centre of our lives? I knew Hilda when she and Reshard Gool hosted writers from across Canada. Their home in Charlottetown was an ongoing salon, a place where artists and politicians engaged in long and heated conversations. After Reshard’s death, Hilda continued to be at the centre of the Island’s conversation about arts, culture and politics. Hilda was sui generis. This Island will never be the same without her.

Wade MacLauchlan & Duncan McIntosh

On her first visit to our home at sunset on a mid-summer evening, Hilda noted the long shadows cast by the house and declared: “It's a viking ship!” That was Hilda: ingenious, witty, creative and iconoclastic. Shortly thereafter she produced a concept full of mythical and natural illusions that became our “Hilda-box.” When Hilda became a member of the Royal Canadian Academy of Artists in l999 (RCA), she quipped that this meant she was a “Real Crazy Artist.” In fact, Hilda was fiercely proud of her art,and worked tirelessly to promote art and artists. She carved her own bright path. She swam out of season, threw the best parties, and showed us all how to live—artfully.

Dave Monahan

When our eyes first met across the breakfast room, I did not know that Hilda was a brilliant artist, nurturer of the needy, mother and surrogate mother of many, selfless giver, endearing friend, lover, leader, guide, nature spirit, organizer, role model, fearless champion of justice and the arts, builder and creator, searcher for truth, healer, teacher, mentor, keen and penetrating intellectual enquirer, creative and prolific problem solver, sensitive gardener, lover of trees and all living things, an ocean nymph who swam with seals. Not consciously I didn’t. What I knew in that instant was that I was gazing at an outstandingly beautiful brave-scared little girl I had lived a life-time preparing to be able to protect and love.

Phil Corsi

Sometimes I called Hilda ‘The Empress’…always my good friend…sharing her spicy meals, discussing the river, the potato and her prints.
Walking in her protean garden through ever changing seasons.
Working to draw the sun and seeded earth for all seasons and weathers.
Dancing on her creations, howling at the full moon.
Knowing enough to die gracefully at peace.
Swimming out to sea.

Libby Oughton

Hilda WoolnoughWhen I first moved here, my local beach—Cape Traverse—was also Hilda’s favorite beach. We’d often swim far, then flop down on shore to watch the beach shrimps’ crazy dances. Two peas, two aquarians. We sat on many arts’ boards together. If fractious, a loud gleeful whisper from Hilda…time for the aquarian conspiracy. Recently we shared some sad times, dismantling the Printmaker’s studio. This broke a peice of Hilda’s heart, that we couldn’t make it work any longer. Already ill, she still spent hours and energy making sure the extensive print archives would have a future at Confed Centre. I’ll deeply miss my friend and her passion and courage that everything matters.

Ambika Gail Rutherford

Hilda, the artist, was innovative both technically and creatively. Her passion for the natural world, particularly the sea, showed in her choice of themes like ‘Fishtails’ and in ‘Timepiece.’ Her support of social justice issues shows in her series of drawings inspired by Guatanamo. She was a powerful draughtsman, particularily in her series of large drawings related to her husband Reshard, after his stroke. As a printmaker she was extremely inventive, using collagraphy & embossing with mixed media to create jewel-like surfaces—gold and rich dark colours (in ‘Timepiece’). In her early days here, Hilda worked as a jeweler. This was when I got to know and appreciate her as friend and inspiration.

Ann Sherman

For a small woman, Hilda was huge—such a large and energetic personality that she seemed to fill all available space. Everything she did, she did with passion. She lived, loved, worked and advocated with such intensity that I think of her as red! Hilda loved red and she wore the most wonderful shades of red. She was a beautiful woman who paid attention to you. She brought her intensity to her friendships and had the habit of asking me the most difficult questions and demanding answers! Hilda did more to help me confront my own devils than anyone else. She wasn’t satisfied with fudgy, waffly answers. She wanted the straight goods. Without Hilda her Rose Valley house feels large and empty. She’s left an enormous hole in the lives of those who knew and loved her. I will miss her.

Marilyn Sparling

Though Hilda created many memorable events it was the most recent times I shared with her that I treasure. Over the last months of her life, we spent time massaging, in the quiet knowing of what was next. We’d put on CBC jazz and we spent time. It was full, gentle, usually silent. It was a pleasure to see her, not difficult as one might imagine. She was an amazing force of unique perspectives, and a poignant sense of humour. I was grateful to be doing something that might be helpful, and in exchange I received a great gift. This Art Icon, who no doubt mentored many artists, mentored me in the art of dying well. She was wonderfully inspiring: my sadness is mixed equally with thanks.

Christine Stanley

Hilda was a Charles Kingsley ‘Water Baby’…when desperate to swim she’d share the pond behind her home with resident beavers. Any conversation might connect back to swimming. Hilda was always game to drop everything for a spontaneous adventure during our 33-year friendship, especially if water was involved. We’d often reminisce about a favorite to a New River Beach cottage, swimming daily beside loons in the frigid Bay of Fundy. Hilda loved festive gatherings in her cherished home. She set the party standards—ethnic cooking, outdoor dance floor, live music, costumes, friends. Her annual White Candle Dinner was my favorite—the table set with mirrors and many candles burning down to pliable and playable wax during food & poetry. Hilda always encouraged her friends to live every minute of life with passion and gusto.

Cheryl Wagner

The first time I saw Hilda was at the Canton Grill circa 1972, the only woman at a lively table of 10. She was spectacular—dark hair swept into an elegant chignon, red flower behind one ear…a queen. I remember thinking,’there’s a real woman. I want to be one too.’ The last time I saw Hilda was at the chemo clinic in November. Frighteningly thin, sporting a jaunty red toque she pranced and sang, gleeful she’d gained “two whole pounds. Cancer be damned.” She was ready to fly away with David to Costa Rica. “I’m living one day at a time,” she said, and was she ever, taking pleasure in everything. When it was time to go, she took delicious delight in kissing my guy Claude farewell.

Events Calendar

September 2018
S M T W T F S
1
2 3 4 5 6 7 8
9 10 11 12 13 14 15
16 17 18 19 20 21 22
23 24 25 26 27 28 29
30

Some Upcoming Events

The House of Martin Guerre concert prese...

September 18
Homburg Theatre The Confederation Centre of the Arts is bringing The House of Martin Gu [ ... ]

Projections on the Plaza

Until September 29
Confederation Centre Plaza The public is invited to enjoy two outdoor film screen [ ... ]

The Song and the Sorrow

Mille Clarke’s film of Catherine MacLellan and her father Gene at Charlottetown Film Festival Oct [ ... ]

Recent News & Articles

Drawing the line

Profile: Sandy Carruthers by Jane Ledwell Retired for a year now after twenty-five years teaching  [ ... ]

Free transportation at Cloggeroo

The provincial government will sponsor free transportation at this year’s Cloggeroo festival to he [ ... ]

Charlottetown’s Historic Squares exhibit...

The City of Charlottetown Planning and Heritage Department has created an exhibit exploring the hist [ ... ]