Pecha Kucha at Sovereign Hill

I’m very pleased to announce that tomorrow evening I’ll be participating in the Pecha Kucha event presented by Rare Trades in Sovereign Hill Ballarat. I’ll be in great company with a bell maker, wheelwright, heritage locksmith and many more artisans sharing information about their trades and rare crafts.

If you’ve been missing the Lost Trades Fair as I have, then this is a great opportunity to meet artisans and people practicing rare trades, engage with them and hear them talk to their work, inspiration and processes they use.

I’ll be presenting on how I use the ancient technique of cuttlefish bone casting in my contemporary jewellery concluding with some finished contemporary jewellery. If you’re interested in joining me it’s a $5 entry at the Victoria Theatre & United States Bar, at Sovereign Hill tomorrow night. Please click on this link to Pecha Kucha for further details.

Lost Trades Fair Bendigo 2020

From carving the cuttlefish to casting the design in sterling silver expect to be excited as you watch my demonstrations of cuttlefish casting at the Lost Trades Fair on the 7th and 8th March 2020 at Bendigo Racecourse.

This year the Lost Trades Fair is moving to Bendigo, so make the most of the March long weekend and start planning your visit to the Golden City of Victoria.

The Lost Trades Fair is such an action packed weekend, I hear only great things about the artisans from the visitors and receive the most wonderful compliments throughout the weekend. I see people coming back again and again to my demonstrations as they’re mesmerised by the whole experience from carving to casting.

You can expect to fill all your senses when you see my cuttlefish casting demonstrations there’s the heat from the gas torch, the smell of burning cuttlefish, the sight of the glistening molten silver as it’s poured into the cuttlefish mould, and the opportunity to touch the raw cast prior to me working on it to produce the unique designs of my handmade artisan jewellery. I’ll also have an exhibition of my recent work on display for sale.

For more information on the location and to pre purchase your tickets please visit or follow my Instagram or Facebook page for updates.

Cuttlefish casting at the Lost Trades Fair 2019

Lost Trades Fair Hawkesbury NSW

It’s on next weekend, a fabulous event filled with artisans practising often forgotten arts, and rare trades. There will be demonstrations that excite all members of the family. Look for me in the big shed. I’ll be playing with fire and molten silver, cuttlefish casting all weekend.

Get your tickets in advance to avoid long queues at Try Booking

People coming in

Katrina’s journal about her Glacier Bay National Park East Arm Expedition
18 August to 24 August 2019

Since leaving Canada in 2017 following the Canadian Wilderness Artist Residency I’ve had it in my mind to make further adventures into North America. I chose Glacier Bay National Park Alaska because of my fascination with glaciers fuelled by my drive down the Icefields Parkway in 2016. I was entranced by the glaciers and equally saddened by the fact that they are receding at a disturbing pace. As an environmentalist I have been alarmed by the climate change I have seen in my lifetime and the impact this is having on our natural world.

I set my sights on an expedition in Glacier Bay National Park for this reason, to visit tide water glaciers. What better way to see the Park than as a kayaker on a leave no trace wilderness expedition. I was privileged to travel with my dear friend and companion Craig, a fellow kayaker from the Patterson Lakes Canoe Club where we’ve been meeting every week with the touring group for a paddle on Port Phillip Bay. 

The adventure began as we flew out of Juneau for Gustavus. No sooner were we in the air than the pilot said “Cabin crew, prepare the cabin for landing”. The crew didn’t have time to get out of their seats, it was the shortest and most exhilarating jet plane flight I’ve taken.  The pilot prepared us as we were taxiing on the runway, she said that we’d be flying at the low altitude of 1600 metres. We literally skimmed over the mountain top, the trees were so close that you could almost reach out and touch them. It was an overcast day with plenty of turbulence, the plane was buffeted around but came in for a strong landing. 

Four Corners Cottage Glacier Bay © Katrina Newman

Gustavus our home for 2 days prior to the adventure and two days following is a small town not accessible by road, but serviced by a ferry and airport. There are no police in town or local government, the locals approximately 400 people are super friendly and courteous, they even stop at Stop signs. The town is centred around Four Corners a cross road intersection. Also the name of our cottage that was located in the same place. A beautiful two storey cabin hosted by Kate. We had the use of bicycles for our stay and rode around exploring all that Gustavus offered. We travelled to the dock where the ferry comes in and watched as Sea lions badgered the fishing charter boats for scraps from their catch. We visited the macabre ruin of a plane accident in 1957, the local library, opportunity shop, but mostly we enjoyed our little cabin comforts making final preparations before the start of our kayak expedition. I could easily see myself living in a place like Gustavus in a small cabin enjoying the friendships and community that small towns like this offer.

Craig and I were thrilled by our luck, this was the last trip for summer and we were the only participants with Sean our guide who led us on an excellent trip up the East Arm of the Bay. Sean had some 10 years experience as a guide in the region. The benefit to us, tapping into his experience was enormous. Sean provided a tour working with the tides rather than against them, camping locations carefully chosen to provide for the safety of us as participants with respect for the local wildlife. It would be his last season as a guide. 

Launching at Bartlett Cove, Sean and Katrina © Katrina Newman
Craig © Katrina Newman

On the first day we set off late, leaving the docks at Bartlett Cove at 2:30pm due to the strong wind. We only paddled one and a half hours to our first nights camp on the tip of a small island that was disconnected from the rest of the island at high tide.  As we entered our first camping location Sean shouted out ‘People coming in’ as we circumnavigated the small island on foot looking for any animal that might put our stay at risk. We found bear scat and a bear cub skeleton, lots of strawberry vines that were eaten bare but no bears. We had been provided with Bear spray / Capsicum spray for the journey and we would be fortunate not to have to use it. 

We set up our tent for the night before joining Sean in the kitchen area. As would be the norm throughout the trip our campsites were at least 100 metres from the kitchen and the bathroom area in the opposite direction to the kitchen. As we unpacked our super lite Helinox chairs Sean looked on disappointingly. He asked where the chairs were when we were looking for extra space in the kayaks at Bartlett Cove.  Our combined gear had exploded onto the top deck of both kayaks as we struggled to pack all the necessities for the journey. I admitted sheepishly that I’d mentioned it to Craig at the time that we might need to let the chairs go, however it was decided to keep them on board. Our guides face was of a man unimpressed. Craig suggested we break out the tetra pack of Sauvignon Blanc and we shared a glass with Sean. 

Those chairs! Please note Sean’s sitting on our toilet container
© Katrina Newman
Golden hues on our first evening © Katrina Newman
Sun setting across the Fairweather Range © Katrina Newman

It’s amazing how quickly you adjust to life out in the wilderness. Our guide told us we had to toilet below the tide line and leave no trace by collecting our wipes that we use and store them in ziplock bags within another garbage bag and within a special bear canister only for human refuse. Sean educated me on the type of seaweed (known as Rockweed) that he prefers to use instead of paper to clean himself. So when the urge came quickly on the second day I opted for the Rockweed and gave it a good try. Once the shells and refuse caught in it were washed away it worked refreshingly and cleaned well. We set off at the relaxed hour of 10:45am after a short visit from Park Rangers who were camped around the corner. We passed them the day before as we came into make camp. I was just about to remove my top and change when before I knew it there were a group of kayakers upon us. They checked Sean’s permit, talked to us about our journey and were on their way, what a fabulous job I thought.

Day 2 around the Beardslee Islands © Katrina Newman

On our second evening we camped on the tip of a small island in the Beardslee Islands called Christmas Tree (named by our guide) as the trees resembled Christmas Trees. We decorated the trees with our gear drying in the sun. From this vantage point we could see up the West and East Arms of Glacier Bay and across to the Fairweather Ranges huge peaks towering over 4600 metres above us and into the sky. The sunsets only highlighted the beauty of this very special setting.

Christmas tree island © Katrina Newman

The two days that we’d been on our journey had surprised me with their beauty and spectacular scenery. I thought the fabulous vistas would only start as we entered the East Arm but I was very wrong. I was thrilled by the beauty and wildlife that the Beardslee Islands offered. We passed rafts of sea otters, loons, seals and other amazing bird life. Sitting at this campsite we were surrounded by sea otters and loons. Whales would be seen as we headed into the East Arm on the following day.

West and East Arm views © Katrina Newman

The third day was to be one of several long paddling days with large open water crossings that we managed easily until the wind blew up. We made good speed through to lunch which was our first stop 2 hours in. Heading into the wind we made several more crossings before I asked if we could pull into what appeared to be a nearby beach. It took us at least another hour to get to the beach approximately 3.5 kms away due to battling such strong winds. Sean suggested we wait an hour to see if the wind would abate. Our plan was to camp on Garforth Island a further 9kms away, with only one hour left to make use of the incoming tide. After looking over potential campsites at this stop I was pleased that Craig was as keen to move on as I with his talk about bravado. We were backing each other, trusting our intuition as I know for certain that I did not feel comfortable about camping on this beach for the night. We decided to poke our heads and boats around the corner to determine if we could continue to Garforth Island. I’m certain some of the reasons we wanted to move on were the large bear pit Sean showed us. A bear pit was a large impression dug out of very large rocks where a bear would snooze, cool down and wait for the tide to change before going fishing or fossicking for food. There was bear scat everywhere but fortunately it was not fresh. The camp spot had very large dead branches precariously holding on that looked terribly threatening, something we’d never camp under in Australia. We were also facing a night in a zone closed to overnight campers from May to August 15th due to high bear concentrations. So off we set around the corner and into the wind where it was really blowing. We made very little progress and even though Garforth Island looked like it was just ‘around the corner’ it was possibly a 2 hour paddle given the strong head wind. We decided to head back to Puffin Island, also uncharted territory for Sean, but a site he knew about and had always wanted to camp at. It was a very pleasant spot on the tip of the island with a good vantage point to view the spectacular colours and landscape the East Arm offered up. It was 3.7kms back in a following sea to Puffin Island making our journey about 28kms that day.

Open water crossing © Katrina Newman
Day 3 © Katrina Newman
Waiting for the wind to abate © Katrina Newman

Sean was not only our guide but he cooked for us, he had prepared a menu that we would never be wanting more from. I felt as the trip went on that each meal reflected the conditions of the day, for example when it became ice cold in Wachussets Inlet Sean cooked us Chilly for lunch to warm us up, his efforts never went unnoticed.

Preparing dinner with our guide Sean © Katrina Newman
Puffin Island camping © Katrina Newman
Views of Bear Track Mountains © Katrina Newman

On our fourth day we set off at 10am in search of water. There was no wind to speak of so we made excellent time to just past Garforth Island. The water clarity was amazing showing many star fish below our kayak. We looked for water along the way and despite seeing some cascading off the mountains as snow melt, it never made it to an accessible location for us to collect until we arrived at Adams Inlet. It was here that an over hanging glacier provided a good stream of water to fill the three dromedaries that Sean brought along for our drinking water. I was surprised that we needed to carry such a large amount of water, each dromedary holding 10 litres, but Sean explained that there was no water accessible in the Beardslee Islands so it was essential to carry.

Glacial stream © Katrina Newman

As we approached Adam’s Inlet the water clarity changed again, it became the colour of a glacier fed lake a brilliant iridescent blue. As we approached our chosen lunch spot I spied a fair coloured 4 legged animal walking along the beach. Sean became immediately excited saying that he thought it might be a Glacier Bear, a bear that he had never seen. I studied the animal with my binoculars, Sean with his monocular. Then Sean said maybe it was a Labrador dog or similar that was out here with people camping out from a boat. I had visions of rescuing a dog lost by campers and vile thoughts of abandoning a poor dog in the wilds of Glacier Bay. Fortunately the animal was a sure footed Mountain goat in the unlikely location of the beach. As Sean and I filled the dromedaries in the glacial stream waters we found some wolf and goat prints leading us to think the goat had been chased down the mountain where they’re more commonly found. Sean thought this goats buddies may have met their demise. Maybe it was our arrival that kept the wolf at bay.

The wind increased again as we moved further into the East Arm with waves broadsiding the kayak. We pulled into Klotz Hill and within a moment of arriving Sean called it quits for the day. Both Craig and I were prepared for more paddling however we were satisfied with our chosen camp for the night. It was a beautifully scenic spot. It even provided a very small sandy beach entry into the sea that allowed Craig to have a quick dip. It’s quite incredible to think he could immerse himself into such cold water that Sean estimated at about 7 degrees. Craig didn’t take his time though, he was out within a few minutes. Encouraged by his efforts I stripped down into my undies and proceeded into the water. I didn’t make it very far, just above my ankles as the pain set in. I’m in awe of any cold water swimmer braving such cold water. The thought of capsizing and the ramifications of such came to the fore. On a crossing possibly miles from the shore capsizing would certainly mean death within 15 minutes unless you had trained and prepared for such cold water temperatures or were wearing a dry suit. I had a wash with some of the famous nearby sea weed and felt better for it after 4 days on the water.

Klotz Hill camping © Katrina Newman

After a beautiful evening sunset we woke to the sounds of light rain on the roof of our tent. I was disappointed because I’d been manifesting warm sunny weather for our journey when the forecast had not been so promising.  The weekly forecast from Bartlett Cove was for two days of sun and six of rain. So far we’d been lucky with sun on each day however it was when Sean started complaining about the lack of water as a resource in the park for campers I had an inkling we were done for. 

I woke earlier in the morning too, at 12:15am. The nights were always so tranquil, drifting off to sleep was easier than in any place I’ve ever called home. It was this night though that you could easily hear the waves roll across the rocky shoreline until quite late in the evening when the winds finally abated and the stillness crept in. The need to go to the bathroom woke me from my dreams. I heard the sounds of animals in our kitchen knocking over our saucepans looking for food. I had visions of bears or wolves frustratingly rolling our bear canisters of food down the beach and into the bay. I imagined us waking up to find our food canisters had disappeared with the tide, taking our journey with it too.  Craig woke up and I told him what I’d heard before he bravely cleared the way for us to quickly leave the tent to go to the bathroom only a short step or two from the tent door. I remembered Sean telling me at the beginning of the expedition that we could always call out to him if need be, but it wasn’t necessary. In the morning light it appeared that all imaginings were just that. The best part about the experience was when Craig held my hand as I felt frightened listening to the sounds of the night. I even thought I’d heard animals walking on the stone path and sniffing around the outside of our tent. I quickly drifted off to sleep again, rest assured that we had no food or smelly cosmetics that might attract a bear into our tent. 

We were on the water by 9:20am in a different direction to my preferred destination of McBride Glacier. Sean had used his satellite phone to call the office for a weather update which demanded a change to our itinerary. The forecast was for rain for two days and a storm on the last. Sean recommended we paddle north to the Wachusset Inlet to watch bears salmon fishing in a river. We made it easily to the inlet but suffered in the increasingly cold wet conditions. As we passed Hunter Cove though we were thrilled by a large raft of sea otters some so interested they swam towards our kayaks and into our path to have a good look, curious onlookers just as we were. Sea otter faces are so adorable and full of character.

At our lunch stop in Wachusset Inlet Craig complained, rightfully too, that his chosen option of heading straight to our campsite from our last stop would have been the best for us. The temperature was approximately -1.6º to 1º we were very cold and wet with moods that suited the temperature. I was literally shaking with the cold. It was becoming increasingly apparent that our gear was not suitable for these conditions. Our kayak gear was likely only suitable for a three hour trip on the water on a bad day in Australia. In Alaska on an expedition our kayak gear stood no chance of providing adequate protection, especially as we had not replenished the waterproofing on our wet weather gear. If I was to do further expeditions I would ensure that a dry suit be an essential piece of equipment. In fact I’m surprised that Alaska Mountain Guides don’t insist that their participants hire them to do the expedition.

Wachusset Inlet Chilly for lunch © Katrina Newman
Feeling cold at Wachussets Inlet © Katrina Newman

At Craig’s suggestion we decided it was best to turn around and head to our proposed camp site in Hunter Cove. Craig had put on his Scout cap and I was ultimately thankful for that and the opportunity to warm up and dry off.

Heading to Hunter Cove in the rain © Katrina Newman

We set up camp in the rain and I went to bed in a leaky tent to warm up. It took a long time and Craig’s encouragement to get me up to have a hot drink which helped enormously. Craig looked cold and wet despite wearing the heavy duty rubber outfit that we were provided with for these very conditions. We huddled under a leaky tarp as Sean prepared a noodle curry dinner before we went to bed at 7:30pm for an early start of 5am the following day. Sean said his biggest worry in conditions like this is usually Hypothermia. I asked for the symptoms as I believed that Craig may have been slightly confused. Craig had changed from his wet clothes and left them on his sleeping bag instead of putting them in the vestibule on our huge growing pile of wet gear. Craig tried to brush off any concern I had for him, but maybe it was that bravado showing through again. Sean had some hot water on the boil and filled Craig’s Nalgene bottle which I took to him in the tent. The Nalgene bottle provided enough warmth for his hands to return to normal after looking like pale dried figs since arriving at the cove. I was relieved that he had warmed up.

Craig at Hunter Cove © Katrina Newman
Craig’s thumb © Katrina Newman
Hunter Cove dinner prep © Katrina Newman

We didn’t want to get up out of our warm sleeping bags to suffer the cold and rain we’d been listening to all night. We faced wearing clothes that were damp and cold if dry clothes were no longer available. It took us a long 3 hours in the very poor conditions to pack our gear and kayaks so we could catch the outgoing tide to Sebree Island. We tried in vain to dry the bottoms of our (fortunately insulated) camping mats. Our wet gear we ended up stuffing in the largest dry bag we had to deal with when we returned to Gustavus and our little cabin accommodation at Four Corners Cottage. We made do with the clothes we had left, and the rubber gear provided by our guide to protect ourselves from the weather.  

Just prior to setting out I changed out of my walking boots and into the gum boots provided to us for use in the kayak. In that moment when I slipped my foot inside I was horrified to find my foot immediately soaked in a pool of water that had collected in the boot that had been upright in the tents vestibule filling slowly throughout the night.  I didn’t know in that instance how I’d get through the day of paddling. It took all my strength to keep a reasonable comportment, I’m not even sure that I did, but Craig helped me with a towel, and I tipped the water out of the other boot and tried to dry as much water out of them as I could before placing my feet inside. I felt sabotaged. My feet suffered the most as the weather had chilled, my toes were like little blocks of ice in the poorly insulated gum boots, and there was nothing I could do. They maintained their movement but today some three weeks after the event are still recovering.  Craig and Sean had less problems with their extremities. Sean told me he was wearing his wet clothes, he said that this was his life. I referred to him in conversations with Craig as like an Iron man. He was tough, strong and resilient shaped by the conditions he had guided in for ten years. 

On the water day 6 © Katrina Newman

We finally set off with the forecast for calm but rain and cold. We paddled initially against the tide with a southerly wind. The tide changed and with it the wind came up from the North. It appeared no weather forecaster could anticipate the changes that we experienced in the East Arm. I’d finally made the switch with Craig for an experience at the stern when the wind changed. We were suddenly in another following sea with waves broadsiding the kayak. I hadn’t paddled a sea kayak in conditions like these for about 15 years, I felt increasingly nervous despite Craigs encouragement to just keep paddling. I stepped the kayak closer into shore as we made a large open crossing, my thoughts were not as positive as I would have liked, however with the adrenaline rushing through my body, my temperature rose and thwarted off the icy cold, suddenly I wan’t thinking about my cold feet but keeping us safe.

After some last minute directions from Sean were confirmed we pulled into a small cove immediately after a point in Muir Inlet just across from Sebree Island. I was only too happy to hand the reigns back to Craig who exuded self confidence as he steered the kayak through the East Arm in all conditions. We cut across this final cove to a small beach on Sebree Island, stopping for a quick bite and hot drinks in the wind and rain. We waited an hour and the conditions appeared to improve so we set off around the point and into Sebree Cove. It was only midday. We’d flown down the East arm once the tide and wind had turned. Putting 22 kms behind us in only a few short hours. As we arrived in Sebree Cove we were met by thousands of small birds that made an incredible sound as their wings beat against the sea. Once on shore I watched on as humpback whales breached creating a spectacular but distant display. Unfortunately no amount of encouragement got the two fellows back in the kayaks to join me on a closer whale watching adventure.

Sebree Cove Alaska © Katrina Newman

It was our last night camping, we’d all but used up our dry clothes except for those saved for the day on the Baranof Wind Catamaran tour up the West Arm. Sean had scheduled a pick up tomorrow approximately 1km across the bay on Sebree Island. Sean didn’t disappoint us for dinner and a surprise admission he shared with me. He said that almost every night he has been on a tour he has visits from a bear, usually around dinner time and sometimes more than one bear. I was surprised and relieved and maybe in a little disbelief as I thought he might be playing with me considering my concern about meeting one of these large animals face to face. Sean cooked up a pudding of hot pan cooked brownies as a treat for dessert. I told him he’d be looking for that chocolate treat in his tent tonight before the bears found it first.

Sean asked us again for an early start of 5am given that we took so long to pack that same morning. We retired early to the warmth of our sleeping bags and the embrace of a hot Nalgene bottle. Up early the next day we were packed in record time impressing Sean with our speed and efficiency. We paddled across the bay and met up with two other groups of young kayakers who had been on the East Arm for 5 days. Surprisingly we had never heard or seen them during that time. 

Katrina, Sean our guide and Craig on Sebree Island © Katrina Newman

The Baranof Wind  Catamaran arrived on time and ran aground dropping down a ladder. We created a long fire line passing up the gear and bear canisters while a group of men including Sean loaded the now 7 kayaks onto the front deck.  As the catamaran pulled into the beach the top deck was flooded with onlookers perplexed and some inspired by our adventures on the water.  It took less than 15 minutes to finish loading and climb the ladder into the warmth of the boat. On board we were given space by the tourists who were earlier advised that we’d smell. We most certainly did smell and we looked a site too. The bitey insects had had a field day on my face and neck and lower back. I may have looked like I had measles if I left my forehead exposed, but I opted for keeping it under wraps. As I changed into dry clothes in the bathroom I over heard the Ranger on board suggesting the tourists give us space to reestablish ourselves amongst the civilised. It was certainly quite daunting.

Craig and I immediately felt the connection to our environment that we had in the kayak was lost. While Glacier Bay retained it’s awe inspiring beauty the closeness you have to our natural environment, the connection you feel when you’re in a kayak is undeniably so much more important than in a three storey catamaran.  We settled into the warmth as the boat carried us inside the West Arm. 

On the Baranof Wind Catamaran © Katrina Newman

It was a foggy morning with occasional light rain however we never did see that storm that was forecast. We passed at least 8 brown bears, the boat stopped which allowed us to watch them play, fish and look for berries. Craig was so taken by the size of the Brown bears that he thanked Sean for keeping us safe on the journey. Craig and I had become lax towards the end of the expedition, we both admitted to not carrying bear spray when going to the toilet some 100 metres from our campsite. I recall feeling suddenly very vulnerable on one such occasion on the second last day.

As the Glaciers came into view from the catamaran I became more excited and then we arrived at Marjorie and Grand Pacific Glaciers. I ran inside from the top deck and said something to Craig like ‘You’d be crazy not to come out and see this’. Craig was feeling disappointed and disconnected. My encouragement if you can call it that worked, Craig came up to the top deck and we enjoyed the immensity of the two glaciers. It was the turning point on our journey where we headed south but not without a short detour to see the spectacular John Hopkins Glacier and Inlet. The sun made its first show at this point adding to its sheer beauty.

Marjorie and Grand Pacific Glaciers © Katrina Newman
Marjorie Glacier © Katrina Newman
John Hopkins Inlet © Katrina Newman
John Hopkins inlet © Katrina Newman
John Hopkins Glacier © Katrina Newman
John Hopkins Inlet © Katrina Newman

Some Statistics

We paddled approximately 120 kms over 6 days. 

The Necky Nootka double kayak we paddled weighed 45kgs without the 8 bear canisters of food, 2 water dromedaries, cooking equipment, gear and us. I estimate we paddled around 280 kgs each day. 

Each night and morning we carried our gear at either high or low tide to above the high tide mark and repacked it the next day before leaving. Nothing was left in the kayaks and the kayaks were also carried up and down the rocky beaches, it was a very physical and tough exercise. I was not prepared for sharing the carriage of a 45 kg boat morning and night, it was very hard yakka.  

Alaska Air flight 71 and 77
Aircraft B739
Speed 500 km/hour
Altitude 1600 metres
Highest mountain enroute 1314 metres
Duration 11 minutes (flying time)

Lost Trades Fair 2019

If you’re interested in watching demonstrations of cuttlefish casting, I’ll be providing plenty of opportunities for you to see the fun and learn about the technique at this years Lost Trades Fair in Kyneton on the Labour Day weekend the 9th & 10th March 2019.

Expect to fill all your senses during a demonstration of the technique – there’s the the heat of the gas, the noise of the torch, the smell of the burning cuttlefish bone, the excitement of watching as the silver becomes molten and is carefully poured into the cuttlefish bone mould, and the snap crackle and pop as it cools.

I’ll be demonstrating the carving and casting across both days, I’ll also have an exhibition of recent work available for sale, please come and say hi.

For more information on the Lost Trades Fair please click on the following link there you’ll also be able to purchase your tickets in advance to avoid any long drawn out queues to get in.

Pop up Gallery opening soon

I’ve teamed up with Sandi Faulkner to host a pop-up gallery this year. Doors open Friday 23rd November in Red Hill Victoria. Please subscribe for further updates.


Better Homes and Gardens Video at Lost Trades Fair

The Lost Trades Fair in Kyneton March 2018 by Better Homes and Gardens featuring yours truly with Joh Griggs. You can watch the whole show on 7plus.

For more videos on the Cuttlefish casting technique visit my Youtube Channel at

Lost Trades Fair featuring on Better Homes & Gardens Friday 21 September!

The Lost Trades Fair will be featured on Better Homes & Gardens this Friday 21 September 2018 on Channel 72 at 7pm. Please check your local TV guide for details.

I had the pleasure of meeting Joh Griggs and Jason Hodges from Better Homes and Gardens as I demonstrated cuttlefish casting in Kyneton at the Lost Trades Fair this year. Did I make it on the show? We’ll find out tomorrow night.

Please contact me to arrange a visit to my studio or subscribe to my blog for an invitation to my open studio in November each year.

Cuttlefish casting at the Lost Trades Fair Kyneton 2018

Cuttlefish casting at the Lost Trades Fair in Kyneton as Joh Griggs and Jason Hodges from Better Homes and Gardens look on

Describing the process of cuttlefish casting to Joh Griggs from Better Homes and Gardens at the Lost Trades Fair in Kyneton 2018

Cuttlefish Casting at the Lost Trades Fair 2018

If you’re interested in watching a demonstration of cuttlefish casting, I’ll be providing plenty of opportunities for you to see the fun and learn about the technique at this years Lost Trades Fair in Kyneton on the Labour Day weekend, 10th & 11th March 2018.

Expect to fill all your senses during a demonstration of the technique – there’s the smell of the burning cuttlefish bone, the heat of the gas, the noise of the torch, and the excitement of watching as the silver becomes molten and is carefully poured into the cuttlefish bone mould.

I’ll be demonstrating the carving and casting across both days, I’ll also have an exhibition of recent work available for sale, please come and say hi.

For more information on the Lost Trades Fair please click on the following link there you’ll also be able to purchase your tickets in advance, save 20% and avoid any long drawn out queues to get in.

An Australian on the Canadian Wilderness Artist Residency 2017

I felt a little uneasy in the last few days leading up to the Residency, I was in New Brunswick Canada with friends, relaxing and adjusting to Canada time. Canada time is not like the Africa time I knew from my voyages in Ghana and Mali, but at Skiff Lake where I was staying it was relaxing, so very cosy and comfortable. I was in my chill zone. I paddled each day to increase my strength to add to the kayak training I had done back home.  Though despite my preparation I felt unprepared for camping in the wilds of Canada. I’d purchased a new sleeping bag, sleeping sheet, sleeping mat, cool weather and warm weather gear that would pack down so not to take up too much space in my dry sacks. But I wasn’t carrying a back pack, I wasn’t as young as my comrades are, I live with Rheumatoid Arthritis, I’m an Aussie, and I was heading into new country with new young creative sorts from Canada, what could possibly happen?

The residency started in Whitehorse, I was met at the airport by coordinator Genevieve who was in town to assist our two guides Sabine and Anna with final preparations. There were three other members of the Residency on the same flight, we had the opportunity to meet and chat prior to boarding in Vancouver.  The other artists we met at our camp, they welcomed us with dinner at Robert Services Campground, our home until our launch into Lake Laberge on the 3rd August.

Residents, Guides & Coordinator at Robert Service Campground © Geneviève Paré

We spent the best part of a week preparing for our journey on the Yukon River, our guides building the team that we’d be sharing the next 24 days with. I was expecting a group of equal numbers of men and women, but what I found was a group of two men and ten women. It felt very comfortable, wild, fun and nurturing.

During this first week we met local artists and visited their studios including Joyce Majiski, Marten Berkman and an evening with Joseph Tisiga and friends. Joseph had been a participant in the residency, as were our guides in 2015.  Joyce had been unwell, but graciously, and with such strength, went into detail about her work as an artist, and her participation on other residencies. I was particularly interested to learn about her experience on artist residencies and her documentation of these. I recall telling our guide Anna at the end of our meeting with Joyce, how much I’d enjoyed the visit.  Marten Berkman introduced a sleepy crowd to his 3D film from his travel to Baffin Island. I was mesmerised, reinforcing feelings I have about future travels there. The night prior we were at Joseph’s for pot luck with several Yukon artists sharing their work during the evening.

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Joy Majiski’s studio visit © Kim Sirrs

We went hiking near Fish Lake, soaked in the local hot springs and shopped as a team for our food supplies. We then spent the good part of a day packing the food into barrels destined to share our canoes. The food was packed in such order that smoothed the way for our meal preparation along the river. Sabine with her passion for good food had put together a fabulous menu for our adventure.  I heard a rumour that the food budget was overspent on our trip, but it was definitely worth it. We were spoilt for the quality of food and choice. I did consider writing a little ditty towards the end about refried beans and Chilli, but it will remain just a thought. Just a side note, I don’t recommend day old eggs when there is no fridge to keep them cool. Four of the artists on the residency including myself shared their birthdays over the 24 days.  Anna and Sabine catered for three birthday cakes baked over a fire in the camp oven. Decorated with icing, sprinkles and candles, we celebrated each birthday and devoured each cake with such eagerness that they were gone in no time. The last cake we devoured, Anna timed its consumption, it took a short 1 minute and 37 seconds, twelve people with twelve teaspoons.

Birthday cake at camp © Katrina Newman

We visited the Cultural Centre and heard stories of femicide and the suffering of First Nations children and their families as the children were removed from their homes and placed in residential schools. I was not the only member of our group moved to tears through the emotional and heart wrenching story of our Cultural Centre guide. These stories were repeated further down the river as we gathered around elders from Pelly at Fort Selkirk to hear their experience of the residential schools, all with a beautiful warm smile on their face despite the suffering that was endured.

I was not alone in my eagerness to get on the Yukon River that flowed quickly past our campground. I was also looking forward to getting out of town, exploring the wilds of Canada and getting away from social media and email. The only Internet I had was through local cafes and the tourist information centre, but with access there also comes an expectation that you’ll stay in contact with family and friends keen to hear about your journey in northern Canada. I felt a relief to switch off when it finally came time to depart.

On the third of August (our day of departure) there was an electricity outage in town. The water pump wouldn’t work, so there were no showers or flushing toilets functioning in the campground, the bathrooms were closed. We were just about to head off on our two week paddle, and it was highly likely that I wouldn’t be able to shower for two weeks! Our transport arrived, we loaded our gear and off it went to collect our food barrels. The showers reopened. I had little time so I ran at the chance, a quick 3 to 6 minute shower and I was back in the carpark waiting for the transport once more. What a relief to be heading into the wilds of Canada feeling clean (for at least a day or two anyway).

We were transported by barge with our supplies and canoes to our first night’s camp on Lake Laberge. A campground protected from the wind that came up the next day and made for an easy first day paddle.  At Lower Laberge we stopped to explore the abandoned village and its ruins, and to practice our canoe skills of peeling out of an eddie, and ferrying in, skills that were very useful on our journey, and the frequent stops down the river.

First nights camp on Lake Laberge © Katrina Newman

View from first nights camp on Lake Laberge © Katrina Newman

Dreaming on Lake Laberge © Katrina Newman

A briefing with our guides Anna and Sabine on Lake Laberge © Katrina Newman

The waters of the Yukon were like a crystal, with refractions of blues, turquoise, gold, and white. As the light faded at our first night’s campground, on a small island in the middle of the river, dark greens, blues, blacks and silver. Everyday on our river journey the colours of the river changed and reflected the light, and the changing landscapes that we enjoyed.

The crystal clear turquoise Yukon River © Katrina Newman

Golden hues on the Yukon River © Katrina Newman

Yukon River blues and greens © Katrina Newman

On several of the days on the river we were lucky to take time out to relax and drift in the canoes. Rafting up the six canoes our guides prepared lunch as we lay back across the barrels and bags relaxing as the waters carried us along the river. I wrote in my journal only two days into the journey “For lunch we rafted up the 6 canoes and floated together, we ate Naan bread, salami, cheese, dill cucumbers and other yummy leftovers from dinner the night before. It was sublime.” Occasionally we might need to steer or paddle to avoid land and other obstacles.

Rafting up © Katrina Newman

Anna & Sabine preparing lunch on the water © Katrina Newman

Throughout our journey we were to camp at and visit old settlers cottages, supply stations, communities and woodlots decomposing into the landscape. Three days into our voyage we docked at Hootalinqua or Shipyard Island where the old Paddle Steamer Evelyn was brought up into dry dock for repairs many years ago. However poor Evelyn was never repaired.

Evelyn © Katrina Newman

Kitchen duties at Alf Brown’s cabin Merrice Creek © Katrina Newman

Alf Brown’s cabin at Merrice Creek © Katrina Newman

Further down the river on day 5, as we approached Five Finger Rapids, we must have practiced peeling and ferrying at least four or five times. Our guides taking every precaution to prepare us for the quick turn out behind the rapid for our lunch stop atop a pinnacle adjacent to the rapids. My anxiety was raised with all this preparation, but after all the fuss there really wasn’t anything to worry about at all. In fact I was a little disappointed that the rapids were not as wild as my imagination.

Our canoes from the lunch stop atop a pinnacle at Five Finger Rapids © Katrina Newman

Northern Canada is often described as the land of the midnight sun. It’s quite remarkable that at midnight there is still sufficient light in the sky to navigate around a campsite without a torch, so much so I probably could have left my torch at home.  The slow descent of the sun in the evening made for remarkable light and the time to collect our thoughts, explore, relax, draw, paint, braid, weave, sing, dance, photograph, walk, swim in the cold water of the river and enjoy our surroundings.

Kim painting Anna © Katrina Newman

Sand bank camping on the Yukon River © Katrina Newman

After midnight © Katrina Newman

Most mornings as we set off on the river we paused for a period of silence, usually an hour, however often this was disrupted to satisfy our hunger or to break into laughter. It was remarkable how much we laughed on this residency, I can’t remember laughing so much and so hard ever.  It was such a joy to fall back into the canoe in fits of laughter on our journey.  Our days were also filled with sweet song and occasional banjo music from Toni or Dillon.

Toni © Katrina Newman

Laughing © Lisa Takkinen

We worked well as a team, opting in to share with the preparation of breakfast, lunch, dinner or with water filtering, with the setting up of our camp and tents, the building of a fire to cook our food on, it was the flow of life in parallel with the flow of the river. At bedtime I made up bedtime stories for whoever was lucky to be sharing a tent with me that night. Stories taken from our experiences that day or from history and site information that I’d read in the book ‘Yukon River’ by Mike Rourke which I took along on our journey.

Dinner crew with Devon & Kim © Katrina Newman

The longest distance we paddled in one day was 78kms. The following day still tired from the previous day’s paddle we paddled against a headwind that I’d hoped with each turn in the river would abate. But the wind powered into us no matter if we were heading north or south, as the river twisted and carved its way through the valley. It was a long and hard day, but on arriving at camp no one talked about their fatigue, no one complained at all, we got on with our team effort to make for a comfortable evening. I remember as we slowed to what seemed like a crawl on the river approaching our limit of endurance, the guides had a little ‘tete de tete’ away from the group as they sometimes did. Coming back to us they asked if we could all close our eyes, hold up our hands and fingers to indicate from one to five how tired we were.  We didn’t discuss the result, a decision was made to not continue to our 98 km planned stop, and find a suitable camp close by for the night. Those chants of beer and chips didn’t quite get us to Carmacks that night, but we arrived there happy for lunch the following day.

Approaching Carmacks with Sabine & Lisa © Katrina Newman

On the eighth evening we arrived at Fort Selkirk to find ourselves amidst a celebration of First Nations people from the region. We were invited to join in. We watched as several artists were invited to dance with the children, we listened to elders sharing their wisdom and lived experiences in this place, and then we received the very generous gift of a meal and further gifts of food throughout the evening. The following day we were guided through the old town and buildings before taking time to explore or work on individual projects. We enjoyed our only two night stay on the river journey.

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First Nations dancing Fort Selkirk © Katrina Newman

Fort Selkirk cabins © Katrina Newman

Fort Selkirk cabin © Katrina Newman

After leaving Fort Selkirk we anticipated an easy day on the river of 45 or 50 kilometres, but we ended up doing a whole lot more. Relaxing in the water, reclined in our boats we missed the first camp described as ‘great’ by Mike Rourke.  I was drifting in and out of sleep while our guides read to us from Clan of the Bear.  On arrival at our next anticipated landing site our guides found a poster dated August 2017 stating that there was an aggressive bear in the area, so onwards we went. The following island camp had an older sign bearing (no pun intended) the same message and included a fresh set of bear footprints as an extra warning. Onwards we went. It was only a further 8kms down stream to Isaac Creek where we felt relieved to find a campsite that displayed no signs of bears at all. It was here though that I felt the presence of a wolf. As we departed this campsite the following day all my senses told me I was being watched. Intuitively I felt that it was a wolf hiding silently in the trees waiting to search our site for food. But unfortunately for any animal exploring our campsite there would be nothing left behind, as we left only our footprints.

The setting sun at Isaac Creek © Katrina Newman

As the weather was warm and sunny for most of the voyage, many artists took the opportunity along the river to dunk into the cool Yukon water from the canoes. Our guides Sabine and Anna who had participated on this very residency in 2015 were loving the warm weather, they explained that on their residency, it had rained and was exceedingly cold except for only three days as they travelled the Yukon River.  As magical as it was, we manifested warm sunny weather for us all to enjoy, and so we did.  When I was ready for a change in the weather we were just a few days outside Dawson City. We enjoyed some rain and significantly cooler temperatures that allowed us to climb into the cool climate clothes we’d all taken along on the journey, it was good to finally put them to some use. It was also wonderful to see how the landscape changed with the cloud and misty covered mountains. With the dim light I fell in love with the Yukon all over again.

Cool weather on the Yukon River © Katrina Newman

Keeping warm © Lisa Takkinen

It was at this particular point there was also a significant change in the colour of the river, at the confluence of the White River and the Yukon River. The White River delivered a flow of silt into the Yukon, that increased the cloudiness of the water significantly.  A little advice to those paddling this river… remember to filter your water prior to arriving at White River, or let your tarpaulins spontaneously help you on a rainy night to provide fresh drinking water the following day. Then again you can always stop to top up your water supplies from side streams flowing into the river.

The Yukon River and its banks were surprisingly silent for an Australian. In Australia when I wake it is usually to the chorus of many different birds in the garden welcoming the new day. In the Yukon it was quiet, it was so quiet that you could hear the sounds of the silt as it hit the sides of our canoes.  As we progressed on our journey the sound of those minute particles of silt crashing against our canoes was musical and became increasingly loud.

As a kayaker I found the stability of a canoe one of its great charms and comforts as a vessel for exploration.  Rafted together one afternoon as we drifted along the river, we saw a young black bear walking along the riverbank. With the canoes drifting silently, the bear didn’t notice us until it opted to swim towards the island in the middle of the river.  We were very close to the riverbank and the bear as it plunged into the water. Rapidly we separated our canoes to avoid a potential collision with this young endearing looking creature.  It spotted us in our flurry of activity and made it’s way back to the bank to sit calmly in the water to watch us paddle by.

It wasn’t the first or the last bear that we saw, or the last animal that we witnessed on the river. We saw moose and their offspring, deer, sheep, frogs, squirrels, beavers, a porcupine and a silver fox. Several of these animals featured in my evening stories. We also followed the same paths of large bears and wolves as we witnessed their fresh tracks in the mud next to the river as we stopped for lunch or when setting up camp.  I was hoping to see more of the fauna of the region however the days were very warm. With temperatures often at 30 degrees, we agreed that the animals would most certainly be enjoying the coolness of the forests, rather than basking in the heat of the day. The first bear that we saw was climbing an embankment as we were approaching Minto. It turned and sat down to watch us as we drifted by. It then headed in the direction of a small tent that we’d passed a few hundred metres up the river, no doubt in search of food.

The river landscape changed significantly everyday. We paddled through wide and narrow valleys, burnt out forests, forests of spruce, aspen and birch trees, and alongside rocky bluffs, cliffs and peaks that reminded me of gothic cathedrals. We passed sheep resting on the rock face protected from their predators. Occasionally I would see a small kangaroo or wallaby on the bank of the river, but as we approached these imaginary animals they would become what they really were, usually a piece of large driftwood fashioned into an animal shape. I believe these visions of kangaroos on the riverbank were because I felt at home in the Yukon. Maybe too, I was reminded of the canoeing I did as a child on my summer holidays, paddling and rowing on the Loddon River from Eddington to Laanecoorie Reservoir.

Birch trees © Katrina Newman

Fast flowing Yukon River landscape © Katrina Newman

Paddling through burnt out forests on a hot and sunny day © Lisa Takkinen

Rocky escarpment © Katrina Newman

Paddling the Yukon with Kim © Lisa Takkinen

The highlights for me on this residency were the opportunity to connect with the land and its people, to be off grid, to take time out for introspection, to be away from all the distractions that consume our modern days and time. To absorb the ever changing colours, light and movement, and to share with the other artists. It will be a time I look back on as one of the best in my life.

Reflecting in the late evening on the Yukon River © Lisa Takkinen

Not surprisingly since completing the residency all I have ever wanted to do is to go back, but I realise that even if and when I do, the experience will be different. I’d probably be travelling alone, not with a group of young and vibrant artists full of energy that help to transform and make such adventures all the more worthwhile.

We’ve adjourned the group for a time, but I’m hopeful that we’ll have an opportunity to have a joint exhibition in the Yukon about our experiences on the river, to share those happy moments of laughter and song.

The Canadian Wilderness Artists Residency was an experience like no other, surrounded by creative people, the voyage on the Yukon River was inspiring delight. I felt I had found my place. I came to feel at home among the eleven Canadian artists as we explored the Yukon Territory in a canoe. At the beginning I felt apprehensive but I think it was the not knowing, the feelings of being unsure and anxious that had become a way of life. After the residency though I felt liberated again, that anything is possible, feeling fabulous and fulfilled in the creative adventure that I had on the Yukon River.

The entire experience has had a significant impact on my life, and spurred my imagination. Not a day goes by when I’m not reflecting on the journey. I’ve always held the belief that no artist can work in a vacuum. It’s the constant stimulation throughout life that provides for exciting new changes and development in an artists work, including my own.  I am beginning to develop new work based on the Canadian landscapes, flora and colours of the Yukon. In February I’ll be doing a short course in enamelling. I look forward to incorporating colour into my cuttlefish cast jewellery and exploring new techniques.

Give me the river, give me a canoe to paddle in, give me the sound of the silt crashing on to the side of the boat, give me the tranquillity, and please give me the laughter again of my new Canadian friends.

Thank you to the wonderful Canadian artist residents Dillon Anthony, Rachael Chaisson, Fadwa Bouziane, Devon Berquist, Andrew Godsalve, Kim Sirrs, Toni Hiatt, Lisa Takkinen and Christine Birch, and our formidable guides Sabine Burns and Anna Williams for without them it would not have been so fabulous.  Thanks also to Calder Cheverie and Geneviève Paré for giving me the opportunity of joining this remarkable journey and residency.

Canadian Wilderness Artists residents and guides 2017 © Lisa Takkinen