title: Pause: An Emily Carr Sketch Book
author:  Emily Carr 
description: Young, spirited and rebellious, <strong>Emily Carr</strong> escaped a strict Victorian household to study art in the Paris of Picasso and Matisse. In middle age, she shook the dust of acceptable society from her shoes and began a passionate journey into the wilderness of British Columbia; the power of her genius made her one of the twentieth century's great painters. Fortunately, she also wrote. In her books, her warmth, her humanity, her sense of fun and the ridiculous combine to present a self-portrait of a remarkable woman and artist. -- Mary Pratt <b>Ian M. Thom</b> is a Senior Curator-Historical at the Vancouver Art Gallery. Involved in Canadian art museums for more than thirty years, he has also held senior curatorial positions at the Art Gallery of Greater Victoria and the McMichael Canadian Art Collection. He has organized more than one hundred exhibitions and written numerous articles and authored or co-authored many books, including <i>Robert Davidson: Eagle of the Dawn</i>, <i>Andy Warhol: Images</i>, <i>Art BC</i>, <i>E.J. Hughes</i>, <i>Takao Tanabe</i>, <i>B.C. Binning</i>, <i>Emily Carr: New Perspectives on a Canadian Icon</i> and <i>Challenging Traditions: Contemporary First Nations Art of the Northwest Coast</i>. He lives in Vancouver, BC.
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  > Rocket Science
  
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  Copyright © 2020 Emily Mayer
  
  All rights reserved  
    
  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any
  similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended
  by the author.  
    
  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or
  transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying,
  recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > To my sisters, Katharine and Laura.  
  > My very first and very best friends.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 1.
  
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  I could feel my right eye starting to twitch to the rhythm of Kyle’s pen.
  Since I couldn’t reach over and knock the pen out of his hands, I pressed two
  fingers into the muscles above my eye hoping to make the twitching stop.
  
  The chat icon on the tablet in front of me bounced, alerting me to an incoming
  message. I snuck glances around the conference 