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Fresh eyes

New art by Victoria Leader

I’m no art critic, by any stretch, but i do appreciate viewing an occasional handful of paintings as part of a lively cultural scene. A new art show opened Saturday at Main Street Gallery & Espresso Bar (in Tofino Sea Kayaking, 320 Main St.), at which emerging Tofino artist Victoria Leader displays some recent work.

As i’ve written about before (and taken some flak for), the West Coast visual art scene spans a pretty narrow spectrum, shaped largely by what tourists buy (and what artists think tourists want to buy) to commemorate their trip to our shores. That pushes us into a niche of often idealistic images of the natural world that i refer to, in cynical moments, as “eco-porn.”

This is not that. Known for her pencil portraits, drawn live at the Tofino Saturday Market, Leader here branches into acrylics with her own take on the West Coast beach and wildlife.

The two below, shown with the artist, anchor the show, to my eyes. (Sorry for the poor photo.) Startlingly stark, they are yet immediately recognizable as West Coast beach-and-sky scenes for anyone who has ever experienced such, but are likely a mysterious, possibly Arctic abstract for those who haven’t.

beachscapes -- Victoria Leader

The paintings, in a way, illustrate our little secret: that, in the large scale, ours is an abstract landscape: blocks of monochrome grey-greens fading into distant mist, flat beach expanse rippled with shadows, a dozen different skies on any given day, the ocean a mosaic of any number of different greens and blues.

West Coast painted landscapes tend to be representational — the sunset pink-and-orange, the cunningly rendered crashing wave, the fine brush-strokes of arboreal or animal photorealism, have all been turned into high art by local painters. Leader’s textured slabs of colour, worked with a knife over backgrounds of unusual and decidedly non-West-Coasty burnt orange, flip that tradition upside down — an arresting take on what is otherwise a pretty uniform art scene.

Raven Knows All, acrylic on birch, by Victoria LeaderOther paintings in the show feature fish and birds, dreamy and icon-like in their representation, perhaps echoing First Nations art — which, as Leader said at the reception, is “in the air around us, like nowhere else in the world.”

The paintings are boldly offered, acrylic on board, no glass, and with a variety of raw and finished wood frames by Tofino Woodworks. They also feature reasonable prices (another West Coast rarity), which may entice a few of them onto the walls of locals, and some of our more adventurous visitors.

Leader is a relatively new painter, i gather, still experimenting her way into the medium. Some pieces feel less polished, to be sure, but that may make them more approachable, in a folk-art kind of way. What she does bring to the scene is fresh eyes. I for one appreciate it.

The show continues until May 31, 2017.

Artist site (victorialeader.com) and blog (victorialeader.blogspot.ca).

crowd -- Leader reception 2017-04-15* * *

Thanks to the Main Street Gallery & Espresso Bar (320 Main St.), for putting a regular series of art shows on Tofino’s cultural calendar. A dedicated show is a significant step for any emerging artist, and MSG&EB provides pretty much the only spot in town for such a venture. Excellent coffee and view, too!

Weedy wondering

I spent three weeks in Vancouver over Christmas. Everywhere i went, there seemed to be marijuana dispensaries unabashedly in evidence, despite uncertain legal status and an active bylaw crackdown. I was curious, because Tofino has received a few inquiries about starting one up, and the people i talk to think a dispensary or two would not jar Tofino’s image in either its own or the world’s eyes.

Nonetheless, it took me several days to work up the nerve to go into one of them. I wasn’t thrilled about being caught on video frequenting such an establishment — even just “for research,” as i rationalized it to myself.

There seem to be two different characters of storefront in Vancouver: the “head shop,” aimed at the open, unrepentant recreational user, with a retail storefront and window display of pipes, t-shirts and a wide variety of merch for your herb-using enjoyment — and, often as not, a pungent cloud billowing out whenever someone opens the door.

The opposite type aims for a medical-office vibe: glass-fronted, white, clinical, one long desk inside with a doorway into the back rooms where mysterious “processing” must go on, and one or two neatly-dressed staff — as welcoming and unthreatening as possible. I gather the appearance is less for clients’ benefit, as the people entering and leaving didn’t look much different from the head-shop clientele, and more as camouflage against bylaw attention. There was no smoking or pot use in these outlets, they are strictly for buying product.


I chose the latter to investigate, and over the next week checked out half a dozen shops. I found the staff (almost all young women) friendly and helpful, knowledgeable, real believers in their industry, and pretty darn good sales people.

A woman at Eggs Canna on Commercial Drive talked to me for half an hour. She had transitioned into marijuana after two decades as one of the few women in Vancouver’s video-game industry, because she loved “getting in on the ground floor of industries that are going to explode.” A keener, she was enrolled in Kwantlen College’s medical marijuana program (who knew?).

The shop, like most i visited, was part of a small chain, and membership based. You fill out a form with name and contact info, declare what medical condition you need the marijuana for, and get a (free) membership that entitles you to buy weed. It sold by the gram, prices ranging from $7 to $12. That shop was notable for its twin vending machines: one dispensing pre-packaged weed of various strains in amounts ranging from $20 to $100 and, beside it in a classic Cheech-and-Chong image, another vending machine stocked with chips and candy bars.

The shops honour each others’ memberships, so if you have a card from one you can just show it to get a membership at another outlet. They were firm that there be a “medical requirement,” but varied a lot in how that was established. One chain required a credible reference from a medical professional — not necessarily prescribing medical marijuana, but indicating a medical condition that is though to be helped by marijuana (e.g. chronic pain, cancer, glaucoma, anxiety, etc.). Another shop displayed a “suggested list” of a couple of dozen conditions that i could choose from to establish my “need.”

The only exception was a Hastings Street shop, Crosstown Dispensary, where all i needed was a picture ID (not recorded) to buy over the counter.

The Commercial Drive shop was the only one i visited that had also established a “recreational membership,” which doesn’t require a medical justification. They claimed that possession of a membership card meant that, within Vancouver at least, the police would not seize your stash or otherwise hassle you. This chain had three outlets, and claimed it was one of only eight dispensaries that are properly licensed, out of 84 in Vancouver.


At first i didn’t mention my council connection, thinking it would turn people off talking to me. I quickly learned it had the opposite effect: They all had strong opinions on every aspect of the industry and were not shy about sharing. A couple gave me their contact info and said to get in touch with any questions.

There was much speculation on how the industry would evolve after legalization. The owners were legitimate businesspeople — one a former BC Cancer Society nurse; another boasted that just the Main Street shop (there were seven in the chain) had 4,000 members, and its Victoria location (Weeds Social Club, “right across from City Hall”) had 15,000 — huge numbers. Some alluded to feeling pressure from gang connections, and most stressed the importance of running a clean, respectable business.

On the topic of where they get their product, everyone was vague or evasive. They protected their supply chain; some hinted that licensed home growers supplied them. I didn’t get the impression of a robust, controlled supply chain — not surprising, given the uncertain legal situation.

Almost all the dispensaries only sold the plant itself, plus maybe a limited number of extracts or oils. The whole area of edibles seemed to be problematic, in terms of dosage, supply, and possibly FoodSafe rules. One, however, Cafe420, had a bewildering list of oils, butters, salves, concentrates, resins and other formulations i’d never heard of.

On the topic of being an official medicinal pot user, one owner said there are “any number of companies out there” that, for a fee of $200 or so, will get you a prescription for medical marijuana (if you have a legitimate need), but that most people don’t find it necessary to jump through those hoops.


Thinking of Tofino, overall my impression is that it’s vitally important to get the right operator for any dispensary that might open here. If done right, it doesn’t seem to have a negative impact, and is just another storefront on the street. One big choice (perhaps the biggest) is between a dispensary model (sales only) and a “compassion club” where people actually use the herb.

Tofino, at present, does not include marijuana dispensaries in its zoning or business bylaws, as it is not a legal business (yet). There’s a lot of money to be made, however, which means that many people are willing to risk the law and set one up. Which means that many jurisdictions, like Vancouver, were caught with no regulations to control what became a burgeoning business sector, and are frantically playing catch-up. The suggestion is to get some regulations in place before they are required. Ucluelet is reportedly working on a bylaw, and i’ll be watching eagerly for that. In the meantime … it’s on the radar of staff and council.

Sailing the Red (a letter)

Ltr Paul 1994 blog cropWell! Here’s a window on a past life. A good friend’s father recently passed on. The father was also a friend; among his effects was a letter i sent him back in 1994, and it made its way back to me.

It’s a 9-pager, handwritten in ballpoint on scribbler pages, completed in segments while coaxing Triangle Island, my 18-foot open yawl, north through the Red Sea’s myriad hidden reefs and wild desert winds. Reading it was a trip back in time, evoking the emotions i was feeling while immersed in a dangerous solo adventure. Here are a few excerpts:

24 Mar. 1994

Dear Paul,

Coming to you from the Red Sea, west shore, at about 16½ degrees north. Triangle Island and I are amongst the islands off Massawa, Eritrea’s port city. The wind is mild, the sky full of puff-clouds, and we’re barely hanging to our desired course: north. Seems benign, yet I’m nervous as hell. Except for one low island, supposedly 5 miles ahead but still invisible, there’s nothing but open water for 150 miles ahead. Continue reading

Think housing (a spontaneous rant)

I just had one of those sparks of clarity, in which something i was clumsily trying to elucidate during today’s (5-hour!) council meeting suddenly took shape in my head. Tofino’s planner was introducing first reading (effectively, first draft) of part of our zoning bylaw — the all-powerful bylaw that dictates what an owner can and can’t do on their land.

I was wondering about some provisions proposed in that bylaw, such as a minimum house size for a “small single family dwelling” (42 m2/450 ft2), and minimum allowable dwelling width (4.9 m/16 ft). I can see the point of maximum limits, having witnessed the neighbourhood impact of oversize McMansions in Vancouver. But what would it matter how small, or how wide, a dwelling is? Why should the district have its fingers in that pie?

It hit me just now that, residentially speaking, the whole bureaucratic process of zoning is based on a suburban model of living: land parcelled out into big lots where nuclear families, each in their private castle, live row on row with other private castles on big lots, and nobody rocks the boat by doing anything different.

That model sort-of worked in decades past (though savvy planners now decry the car-based sprawl, alienation, and lifeless city streets it creates). But the world has changed, economically and demographically. It has changed a lot, even in our tiny end-of-the-road slice. That suburban housing model assumes stable, two-parent families. It assumes breadwinners with well-paying jobs-for-life, who can get big mortgages. It relies on lots of available land, and on doing everything by car. Today all those assumptions are falling by the wayside, for a variety of reasons, good and bad. But the suburban zoning model lives on, unchallenged.

Like many, i often daydream of doing something really creative with housing in Tofino, something daring and innovative. And then i think of ZONING BYLAW NO. 770, 1997, all 138 pages of it, and i deflate. Co-operative housing? Co-housing? Tiny houses? Three families getting together to buy a lot and build three small dwellings? Someone with a large lot wanting to split it and sell half to a friend? All these seemingly simple things would probably take years, and tens of thousands of dollars, and dozens of meetings and reams of paperwork, just to wade through the zoning process. There’d be no guarantee of a positive result. And even if you were lucky, that would only get you to the starting line: from there, you’d still have to build the damn house.

Under the present system, the obstacles to housing innovation in Tofino — temporal, financial, and bureaucratic — are almost insurmountable. Given the modern world, with its modern challenges, our basic zoning model needs a serious rethink.

The Dreamer Examines His Pillow: review

[Addendum at bottom]

dreamer posterThe language in a play is like language nowhere else in life. You get eloquent soliloquys out of nowhere; tight dialogue batted back and forth without the ums, ahs and hesitations; you get ordinary, bumbling real life boiled down to killing intensity and presented in three acts that build like ladder rungs, elevating you to a view you don’t ordinarily get.

It was good to hear this language, and three brave local actors delivering it, on stage at Clayoquot Community Theatre last night, in the opener of The Dreamer Examines His Pillow. Continue reading