"I hope that telling and preserving my Garlic Flats stories will keep the past alive. I want to chronicle what it was like to grow in this place. Life was simpler back then. Basic. No indoor plumbing. We hauled water from a local standpipe. Our houses were simple and functional. We planted big gardens and we ate well. We were people of several cultures, each with its own peculiarities, exuberant inventiveness and unorthodox thinking. We were a family of makers. Our hands were always making things. The prairie landscape and my love of gardening shaped my life and how I look at the world and how I express myself through art. And that is part of this story too."
--Vic Cicansky, 2018
About the author
Victor Cicansky is a graduate of the University of Saskatchewan (B.Ed. 1964), the University of California at Davis (M.F.A. 1970). He also studied at Haystack Mountain School of Art at Deer Isle, Maine. In 2007, Cicansky received an Honorary Doctorate of Fine Arts from the University of Regina. He is the recipient of many Canada Council grants and awards including the Victoria and Albert Award for Sculpture and the Saskatchewan Order of Merit. His bronze and ceramic sculptures have been exhibited extensively across Canada, the United States, Japan, and Europe and his work is found in numerous museum and corporate collections including: the Remai Modern (Saskatoon), Montreal Museum of Fine Art, Museum of Fine Arts (Tokyo), and the National Gallery of Canada. Victor Cicansky lives and works in Regina, Saskatchewan.
Excerpt: Up From Garlic Flats (by (author) Victor Cicansky)
"The table my father built is long gone and only the memory of it remains, possibly transformed into the sculptural tables I've been creating in my studio. Our Fleury Street house had no sewer, water, power, telephone, sidewalks and fences. The ashes and cinders from the City incinerator were dumped on our streets. We had an outhouse. Going to the "can" was quite the experience. The City "honey wagon" came by regularly to pick up the full can and leave an empty. Our outhouse door faced north and so one of the benefits of a late-night visit was a spectacular view of the star bright night sky. With the outhouse door open to the world, I was able to locate Ursula Major--the Big Dipper--Polaris and the summer triangle. Often, I would catch a glimpse of a shooting star. In the deep winter, the Aurora Borealis, alive with colors would perform a magical ribbon dance. Waves of greens, yellows and rosy hues twisted and turned, constantly in motion filling the northern sky."