Town of Oakville

We are a creative and talented group of thirty individuals who are inspired by all things fibre. We come together once a week to share inspiration and companionship as we independently explore different forms of fibre art.

Members of the Oakville Fibre Artists (OFA) have exhibited extensively, both nationally and internationally. Many have also taught their techniques and have had their work featured both in textile publications and on web-based forums.

Exhibiting members: Betty Rowley, Chris Booth, Cathy Shaughnessy, Christine Chapman, Diane Sutton, Donna Funnell, Grace Cluff, Gwen Sedman, Louise Gravel, Janet Rhind, Sue Ronchka, Karen L. Ray, Kristina Landstrom-Jaffe, Leslie Masters, Lynda Mariana, Margaret Ballantyne-Power, Marlene Bird, Roberta McDonald, Robynne Cole, Sherry Del Rizzo, Suzanne Aylen, Valerie Garnett

Image: Elemental: Water, Robynne Cole

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Questions about our exhibition program? Visit https://www.oakville.ca/culturerec/public-art-and-exhibitions.html or contact qepexhibitions@oakville.ca.

Youth Exhibition

My artwork is of my robotic toy friends. They are handmade, and not so fancy.
They are artless, and not so fashionable. They are my favorite, since I believe they
are vigorous, powerful and good-hearted.

The first time I did robots was for my Second Grade school project. I made a
robot out of cereal boxes, toilet paper rolls, and tape. My robot was scruffy, with
paper arms and a cardboard torso, and flimsy card cogs. It had food stains on the
left half, and poor taping across the body. However, I loved it because of how it was
homemade, not in a factory. His small flaws remind me of the stories about him. I
remember sharing cardboard, pins, glue, and having lots of fun. I remember making
beeping noises as he “flew” in the air. He’s my robot friend, who shared many good
memories with me, like an old friend.

I once got a popular robot toy from online shopping. It was finely made, but it
was more like an exhibit you aren’t supposed to touch. I don’t play with it much,
since it was so otherworldly. My neighbor, a little girl, even got scared enough to cry
when it started moving remotely.

Thus, I began to make my own robot toy. He was unique, not a mechanical
reproduction. Friends aren’t perfect; robots aren't either. In Chinese, robot is literally
translated to machine-person. Machine-p erson . A person, whose only difference
from “real” people is that electricity pumps through its veins, instead of blood, and
titanium in place of flesh.