"She experienced everything with uncommon intensity, a factor which fueled her frenzied periods of enormous output, yet contributed to her self-doubt which led to a lengthy and marked slowdown--some would call it a regenerative hiatus--in her painting. Nevertheless, she pulled herself up out of depression, came to ignore public disregard, surrounded herself with pets, sang hymns to her half-finished paintings out in the forest, and, at fifty-seven, won her way to her most productive and original period of painting, producing the works for which she is most known."
This woman was and still is an inspiration to me. After two heart attacks and one stroke she scooted around on a self made orange crate with wheels--just so she could paint. I often pass this sculpture of her at Granville and 7th and stop to reflect on her life and her spirit. Yesterday I took her photo as the sun warmed her face. Somehow, I think she would have hated being in the middle of the city, but here she is reminding us of the deep connection she had to nature. Her monkey, a pet named "Woo" seems quite content with all the attention.
Emily Carr passed away in 1945 at 74.
Two years before she died she said, "Don't pickle me away as a done."
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