Saturday, February 28, 2026

Year Later — The Second Act Becomes Physical

 πŸŒΏ A Year Later — The Second Act Becomes Physical

When I wrote this last March, I was thinking about resilience in theory.
Now I am living it in heat, humidity, and uncertainty. 🌑️πŸ’§

I am writing from Mexico. πŸ‡²πŸ‡½

Not as a tourist chasing sunshine ☀️, but as someone who needed space — financial, emotional, creative — to breathe again. 🌬️

Emily Carr traveled by coach because it was practical and because she wanted to experience the world directly. I have traveled Mexico by bus for similar reasons. 🚌 It’s slower. It’s humbler. It forces attention.

And attention changes you. πŸ‘️

Some days here are beautiful — ocean air 🌊, color 🎨, paint drying in the sun. ☀️

Some days are harder — dizziness from heat 🌑️, money stretching thin πŸ’Έ, world headlines rattling the nervous system. 🌍

But I am painting again. 🎨

Not because it makes sense economically.
Not because the system suddenly values artists.
But because something inside refused to stay dormant. πŸ”₯

Emily didn’t stop seeing, even when no one was buying.

Maybe that’s the real second act. ✨

Not reinvention.
Not recognition.
But returning to what was always true — and continuing anyway. 🌱

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

Emily Carr’s Second Act — and Ours

 Emily Carr’s Second Act — and Ours

At the turn of the year, I keep thinking about Emily Carr’s second act.

Not the version we’re taught in school — the famous painter, the forests, the recognition — but the long stretch before that, when she was dismissed, broke, exhausted, and out of step with her time.

Emily Carr didn’t “arrive” young.
She struggled for decades.
She lived through economic upheaval, colonial extraction, industrial frenzy, and cultural amnesia.
She was told — directly and indirectly — that her way of seeing didn’t matter.

Sound familiar?

Her deep attention to forests, Indigenous villages, and the inner life of the land had no market value in a society obsessed with profit, empire, and expansion. She was marginalized not because she lacked talent, but because the system had no use for her truth.

And yet — she didn’t stop seeing.

Her second act came later, after illness, isolation, and years of being ignored. It arrived not because the world suddenly became wise, but because she stayed true long enough for the world to catch up, even briefly.

That’s what second acts really are.
Not reinvention as spectacle — but continuation with clarity.

Today, history is looping again.

Communities hollowed out.
Housing treated as a commodity instead of a shelter.
People working themselves into exhaustion and shame while being told it’s a personal failure.
Artists, elders, caregivers, truth-tellers pushed aside because they don’t fit the algorithm, the market, or the brand.

This is Potterville — with better lighting.

Emily Carr lived through an earlier version of this collapse. My own family did too. And many of us are feeling it again now, in our bodies, our finances, our cities.

But here’s the part worth carrying into the New Year:

Emily Carr didn’t rush her second act.
She didn’t optimize it.
She didn’t explain herself to death.

She listened.
She rested when she could.
She returned to the land, the forest, the quiet knowing that seeing clearly is an act of resistance.

Maybe that’s what this moment is asking of us.

Less noise.
Less proving.
More honesty.
More attention to what is real and alive.

A second act doesn’t need permission.
It only needs courage — and time.

As the New Year begins, I’m holding that thought gently.
Not as a resolution.
But as a direction.


Sunday, December 14, 2025

πŸŽ‚πŸŽ¨ Happy Birthday, Emily Carr πŸŒ²πŸ’š

 πŸŽ‚πŸŽ¨ Happy Birthday, Emily Carr πŸŒ²πŸ’š

A Letter from Emily’s 2nd Act

Dear Emily,

Happy Birthday πŸ’
I feel like I’m only just beginning to know you — and yet, somehow, I’ve known you for a long time.

Over the last year, I’ve been reading, researching, listening, and sitting with your story πŸ“š✨. Not just the famous version — but the lonely parts, the stubborn parts, the parts where you kept going even when no one was buying, no one was praising, and everyone seemed to think you were too much or not enough.

And something shifted in me.

This past year, I did something brave.
I built a Steam Trunk Art Studio 🧳🎨 — a portable, scrappy, beautiful little universe where my art could live and travel with me. That trunk became a safe container, a cocoon, a place where ideas could breathe and my hands could move without fear.

Then I did something even scarier 😳πŸ’₯
I faced my anxiety head-on and signed up for a Winter Fair ❄️πŸŽ„.

Craft fairs used to terrify me.
The noise. The people. The judgment. The vulnerability of putting your art out into the world and saying “Here. This came from me.”

But I went anyway.
And you know what?
✨ I conquered that fear. ✨

I made a whole bunch of art — paintings, pieces, experiments, things born from joy and curiosity rather than pressure πŸ–Œ️πŸ–Ό️πŸ’«. I talked to people. I showed up. I survived. I even smiled.

Art, it turns out (again and again), is my medicine πŸ’ŠπŸ’–.
When I create, my nervous system settles.
When I create, the noise quiets.
When I create, I remember who I am.

I like to think you’d understand that.

I’m standing now on the edge of what I’m calling my own second act 🎭🌱.
The vision is clear. The ideas are alive.
I just need a few earthly things — costumes πŸ‘—, housing 🏠, stability 🌈 — and then… watch out world.

You remind me that it’s never too late.
That rejection doesn’t mean failure.
That being called eccentric, difficult, or strange is often just another way of saying truthful.

You painted anyway.
So I will too.

Thank you, Emily, for blazing a crooked, forest-lined trail 🌲πŸ”₯.
Thank you for reminding me that persistence is a form of love.
Thank you for proving that art doesn’t need permission to exist.

Happy Birthday, dear Emily πŸŽ‚πŸŽ¨
I’ll keep going — for you, for me, for all of us still finding our way.

With paint on my hands and courage in my heart πŸ’šπŸ–Œ️
Tina / Zipolita
Emily’s 2nd Act


Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Emily Carr and the War Years: Life in Victoria During WWI

 πŸŒΊ Emily Carr and the War Years: Life in Victoria During WWI

November 11th — Armistice Day, now known as Remembrance Day — always invites us to pause, to listen to the echoes of another time. While the world marks the end of the Great War in 1918, I’ve been reflecting on what life was like here on the West Coast — especially through the eyes of Emily Carr, our beloved artist and storyteller.

Emily was born in 1871, so when the First World War began in 1914, she was already in her forties — not a young painter starting out, but a woman who had lived through disappointment, frustration, and fierce independence.


🏠 The House of All Sorts

By 1913, Emily had returned to Victoria from her travels to Indigenous villages along the coast. Full of vision and courage, she opened a boarding house on Simcoe Street — a place she called “The House of All Sorts.”

What she hoped would bring financial stability soon became a daily battle. Tenants came and went. Repairs piled up. Emily scrubbed, mended, cooked, and hauled water until her body ached. She was a woman trying to stay afloat in a world that didn’t yet value her art or her spirit.

Yet through the weariness, she kept a small corner of her soul reserved for painting — sometimes just quick sketches, sometimes notes for ideas she’d revisit years later.


πŸ• The Dog Years

After the war years, Emily shifted again — this time into raising dogs, particularly Old English Sheepdogs. She became one of the top breeders in Canada, showing her dogs and even writing about them.

Between the chores, the noise, and the care of over 300 dogs, painting seemed far away — yet these years built the resilience and observation that would later burst out in her art.


πŸ•Š️ Victoria During the Great War

Life in Victoria between 1914 and 1918 was complex — a blend of patriotism, anxiety, and the quiet endurance of an isolated city.

  • Esquimalt Naval Base buzzed with military activity, and ships came and went loaded with men, goods, and hope.
  • πŸŽ–️ Families gathered for fundraising teas, parades, and knitting circles, sending parcels overseas.
  • 🍞 Rationing affected daily life: sugar, flour, and butter became scarce, and gardens became essential.
  • 🦠 By 1918, the Spanish Flu struck Vancouver Island hard, closing schools and churches, claiming thousands of lives just as peace was declared.

Victoria, known for being “more British than Britain,” was both elegant and constrained — corsets, tea times, and strict manners — but also starting to soften. The war, loss, and distance changed people. Women took on new roles; society began to shift.


🎨 Emily’s Spirit Through It All

While Emily wasn’t painting her great forest works yet, her artistic soul never slept. She wrote later about that time as one of struggle and self-reliance — years that tested her courage.

Her art, when it finally re-emerged in the 1920s, carried the power of survival. You can see the echoes of the war years in her brushstrokes — the loneliness, the endurance, the strength of roots and trees that weather every storm. 🌲


❤️ Then and Now

As we stand here today, on Remembrance Day, we think of Emily and the world she lived in — a world shaken by war, yet full of quiet acts of bravery.

Much has changed — no gas lamps, no ration books, no horses in the streets — and yet, some things feel the same. We’re still learning how to care for each other, how to rebuild, how to honour sacrifice and hold compassion in our daily lives.

Emily’s life reminds us that art, perseverance, and empathy are forms of remembrance too.


🌺 “May we remember not just the soldiers, but the artists, mothers, teachers, and dreamers who kept the spirit of humanity alive.”


#EmilyCarr #RemembranceDay #WWI #VictoriaBC #CanadianArt #WomensHistory #HouseOfAllSorts #BCHistory #ArtAndResilience #ArmisticeDay #zipolita #Emilys2ndAct



Thursday, October 2, 2025

Seaforth Peace Park-Next Week!!

🎨 MEXICO OR BUST! 🌞

πŸ‘©‍🎨 Hi everyone! I’m Tina Winterlik (aka Zipolita), and I also play Emily's 2nd Act! Next week, the weather looks amazing, and I’ll be painting in Seaforth Peace Park ✌️.

Please come by, say hello, and check out my paintings πŸ§œπŸŒˆπŸ–Ό️πŸŽ¨πŸ–Œ️. Your support helps me raise funds to follow my dream journey to Mexico!

πŸ’– My Dream Journey:

  • ✈️ Fly into CancΓΊn
  • πŸš† Take the new Maya Tren to Palenque
  • πŸ¦‹ See the Monarch Butterflies in November
  • πŸ’€ Celebrate DΓ­a de Muertos in Zipolite — Oct 26, 27, 28 πŸŽ‰
  • 🌺 This year’s celebration in Zipolite will be incredible — artists, musicians & dreamers from everywhere are invited to share their talents for a grand festival of life & remembrance. 🌊✨

Can’t wait to see you at Seaforth Peace Park next week! πŸ’•

Tina Winterlik at 4:45 AM

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Missing In Action

 Hey kids, sorry for no posts but I have been busy. I am couchsurfing and painting murals, cleaning friends houses and riding my bike and walking the beach, so living the good life for most part. Easter was nice and the cherry blossoms have been heavenly. Always lovely time of year to be outside a lot. 


We had an election. It was a big deal and a great win for democracy, human rights and praying good things happen for all of us.


I have been painting murals, that's great fun. I met a teacher last week and she wants to help so maybe we can do something with kids. That would be fun


Ok touch base soon. Still working on costume design.


I will post my Adventurez soon. Stay Tuned!

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Honoring Anna Banana

 Honoring Anna Banana🍌: A Creative WalkπŸ–Œ️🎨 & Picnic in Vancouver

Have you ever heard of Anna Banana? She was a legendary artist in Vancouver’s art scene, known for her playful and rebellious approach to art. In 1973, she made her mark by walking to the Vancouver Art Gallery with a banana, fully embracing absurdity and creativity in a way that challenged the seriousness of the art world.

Anna was a pioneer of mail art, performance art, and conceptual art, always finding ways to engage the public in artistic expression. Her work was joyful, unexpected, and deeply inspiring. She reminded us that art is not just for galleries—it’s for the streets, for everyday life, and for everyone.

Inspired by her spirit, I’ve been thinking… Why not do something similar?

A Creative Picnic & Art Walk!

I’d love to invite fellow artists, creatives, and free spirits to gather in the Peace Park for a picnic, then walk together to the Vancouver Art Gallery, just like Anna did. But let’s add our own twist:

  • Bring a banana 🍌 (of course!)
  • Bring a piece of your art 🎨—whatever you love to create, whether it’s a small painting, a poem, a handmade craft, or a sketchbook.
  • Let’s make it fun and spontaneous! Maybe we share art, trade pieces, or even leave a few surprises for strangers to find along the way.

This isn’t about making a statement—it’s about celebrating joy, art, and community. It’s about reclaiming public space for creativity and honoring the artists who paved the way for unconventional expression.

Would you be interested in joining? Let me know in the comments, or message me if you have ideas to make this even better!

Let’s go bananas for art—Anna would approve!

#ArtForEveryone #VancouverCreatives #AnnaBanana #PeaceParkPicnic #BananaArtWalk


Year Later — The Second Act Becomes Physical

 πŸŒΏ A Year Later — The Second Act Becomes Physical When I wrote this last March, I was thinking about resilience in theory. Now I am livin...