There is much about the work of Canadian artist Emily Carr that I don’t find interesting. But her life has always been of interest. The fact that she lived on her own, and traveled into deep forests alone provides proof of valor. I often used to spend time on the western edge of Vancouver Island. There is a road that ran along the coast, and then ended at a small place called Port Renfrew. On one visit there, on a day heavy with rain, and bleak, we stopped at Port Renfrew, before turning back, (you always had to return, it was the end of the road…). There was only one place to go; a small wooden lodge-like place. It was part bar, part restaurant. We walked in, and it was dark and filled with smoke. A few rough-hewn men sat at the bar. One might have been a biker. I looked around and on the walls there was only one image. It was a full length photograph of Emily Carr. This meant something about her life.
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