“Meow! You’re a lucky woman Mrs. Tilley.” Michele Stamp’s Glen Tilley portrait (detail)

Craig Francis Power draws on Newfoundland celebrity.

Newfoundland celebrities are like herpes. Always there. No cure. I’ve always thought the incredible number of them was due to a kind of nationalism that exists here; that we feel the need to produce stars in this province to rival what goes on in Canada and America. Call it a cultural inferiority complex.

Once upon a time, I’d never heard of Joel Hynes. I’d never heard of the Novaks. Who the hell was Ed Kavanaugh? The name Paddy Daly had absolutely no meaning for me. I had a fuzzy recollection of Gerald Squires, who, for some reason, lived in a lighthouse for a while.

Even the CODCO crowd were a dimly lit pantheon who I vaguely remembered my parents finding outrageously entertaining.

Halifax has its own constellation of locals who, for various reasons, garner a kind of celebrity of their own: Joel Plaskett, Buck 65, the Trailer Park Boys, and others. In the six years I spent there in art school and bartending, I cannot think of a single time when any of the numerous local luminaries were featured in any way in a visual art exhibition.

Six years, people.

Six years and not once in all that time did any of the local galleries have a show entitled anything close to Portraits of a Bunch of People I Know Whom You Also Know Because, Hey, They’re Celebs, At Least Around Here, That Is.

But it’s a curious thing that in the last year in St. John’s there have been no fewer than four exhibitions based solely on the allure of the ­local celebrity. Kent Barrett, Cathia Finkel, Eastern Edge gallery’s Click! fundraiser, and now Michele Stamp’s graphite drawings at the Resource Centre for the Arts gallery.

I sometimes wonder if—like in a conceptual piece—local artists and audiences wouldn’t be better served by simply having celebrities’ names printed out and framed instead of having the artist go through the trouble of composing the image. That way, you could just read Paddy Daly’s name and then picture him with your mind’s eye, hosting his television show or whatever, chatting away in that most charming, downhome, Newfoundland accent of his.


Stamp’s show features 32 portraits of different people, some well-known, others less so. They are all delicately rendered, verging on preciousness sometimes. They are of similar size and all in staid black rectangular frames. The line quality is the type that my drawing instructors would have had serious problems with. That is, they would have had her work on a much larger scale, with charcoal or pen and ink, and ordered her to really attack the page. This generally imbues a given work with a lot more life and vibrancy.

As it is, some of the works feel cramped, others lifeless. You get the impression that Stamp was holding back, or that she was afraid to make a mistake. Dynamic drawings are those that have a full range of tonal values, with areas of intense darkness and light playing off the medium tones to produce an engaging interpretation of how light reflects off a given surface. A lot of this work is too preoccupied with the medium tones for my liking.

That being said, Stamp definitely has a gift for rendering, as the subjects do indeed look like themselves. My favourite was of Glen Tilley, noted CBC Radio producer, who gets more handsome with each passing day and possesses the most charmingly cowboy moustache I’ve ever seen. Meow! You’re a lucky woman, Mrs. Tilley.

This show ranks near the top of exhibitions in the relatively tiny canon of art about Newfoundland celebrities, if you go in for such things. However, when you’re there, you may begin to ask yourself, as I did, why the dominant areas of focus for Newfoundland visual artists tend to be limited to landscape painting and local celebrity portraiture.

As a visiting friend from Winnipeg recently demonstrated with her question, Who the hell are these people?—shows such as these have an extremely limited appeal. You’ve gotta be from here to get it. And considering that the province’s acclaimed writers and theatre artists rarely make their work explicitly about real live local celebrities, you’ve got to wonder what is wrong with visual artists for them to be so caught up with the local celebs they know.

I mean, who cares already?


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RE: the “Daily Movies” funny reviews. I love your humourous reviews. Please never compare the Golden Girls to the vapid, stereotypical dolly’s of women in Sex & the city. On any given day i could take out any one of them, either that or eat her out til her head caves in. Ranter: a woman

4 June 2010

  1. dreae · June 4, 2010

    cfp, you would do well (since it seems to interest you) to examine the quebec celebrity phenomenon. people we will never know, for reasons we will never understand here, will bring traffic to a halt in montreal. the interest in (near reverence of?) locals isn’t something that is unique to newfoundland, but rather is the norm in canada’s two most vocal “us-against-them” provinces. couldn’t we ask instead, “why doesn’t canada celebrate its locals the way quebec and newfoundland do”?

  2. craig · June 4, 2010

    I went to art school with this girl from Montreal whose father is Pierre Lalonde. I was like Pierre who? He’s the Frank Sinatra of Quebec, apparently.

  3. Frank Holden · June 4, 2010

    Please let’s seperate the local celeb phenom, which happens in every locale, from the honesty, quality and worth of work in the arts. Michele Stamp has as good a hand for pencil sketching as ever anyone had in the centuries before photography when newspapers would kill to have a hand like this one on staff. Let’s not hesitate to give credit where it’s due..Did you ever see old copies of The London Illustrated News?

    Local celebs happen, like other things that just happen, (to rephrase the old Buddhist adage), when humans club together. They happen in Halifax where only Haliweegans know them, in Hollywood where we all get to know them because of mass media.

    I think it’s a measure of the health of a community, who its local celebs are, and why? In Athens, Socrates was a celeb. In St.John’s, it’s Ron Hynes. What’s that say? I’m sure Socrates dealt with it differently than Ron Hynes.
    I don’t think it’s a healthy community that glorifies locale celebs just because they’re local celebs..It’s rather a sign of zenophobia,(what’s to be afraid of Zeno? He was a celeb in Athens too.) From outside the french language, I’ve watched Quebec. There’s great local work there but there’s a positively exuberant incest there too. Maybe you can’t have one without the other.
    All incest is bad for the blood and worse for the children. A lot of the St.John’s local celebs creep me out so much I almost don’t care how good their work is. I had celebrity once for 15 seconds and couldn’t get away fast enough.

    But if you’re gonna mix celebs with art, be aware that you’re doing it. You’re mixing chalk and cheese, and if you forget you’re mixing chalk and cheese, you may spit it out and ask ” who cares about these people, anyway?” Or you may meow over how lucky Mrs.Tilley is.
    Well, to put the brass hat on it, do you care who the Mona Lisa actually was and what she,(or he) really looked like? Unless you’re an arts history nut, you shouldn’t. I tried to keep that in mind when I saw the ” Stamp Collection” last week….Frank Holden

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