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My dear Ma has passed away.
January 18, 1935-June 14, 2025
I am the fifth of her six sequential daughters, she had two sons, a flock of grandchildren and great grandchildren.
One of my earliest memories is one of wonder: she had painted an apple tree on the wall by the kitchen table, and every apple bore the name of someone i knew.
source: Remembering Judith Copithorne, Belkin Gallery
~In Memoriam: Judith Copithorne, 1939–2025
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An "artist of Radical Commitment" Cathy Ford reviews Another Order: Selected Works by Judith Copithorne (edited by Eric Schmaltz) in BC Review
It is a blessing to have in one’s hand a lifeworks review collection by one of Vancouver’s most interesting, self-determining, and challenging word and visual artists. Image texts and word pictures from the late 1960s through 2019 make a satisfying survey selection of Judith Copithorne’s visual poetry–concrete and found, hybrid works of poetry and image, philosophical and political enquires, with prose and occasional works included. The most important aspects of this gathering together are the glimpses of a contemporary feminist author who took her work, her ideas, and an artwork that explored many different formats seriously, without equivocation. The questions Copithorne faced down through all these years—challenging assumption, politics, gender bias, learned truths, and literary education, and struggles for power in her personal life and within the art’s community—are all tackled in a contemplative gaze and with accessible language. The reader is invited to become a participant in working through social, political, economic, sexual, artistic issues, feminist and peace-work actions, and even quite private impressions and experiences. Like a surveying transit, the collection Another Order is an instrument of measure. Time flies. The lesson? Make a record of your work.Read the full review/source
zoom window (what the viewer sees when i step away) cities of the dead imagine all the friends lost peopling my zoom gaze at the ...
