Art Galleries in Vancouver

My dad and I drove from Portland, Oregon to Vancouver and Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, and to Seattle, Washington, in May 2012.

The building with sales and a prominade on top is called Canada Place.

Today I dragged my dad into a total of five art galleries. Fortunately, only the first one required paying admission — the Vancouver Art Gallery, where we spent the most time (although half of it was closed, between exhibits).

We also visited the Bill Reid Gallery, which specializes in what we’re accustomed to calling Native American art but what Canadians call Aborigine or First Nations art. I prefer the Canadian phrase First Nations, since it seems more accurate.

An aunt years ago said she didn’t like that expression “because I consider myself Native American.” She meant she considered herself a native because she was born in the U. S. It was still a bit of a cringey comment, although far from her worst; she often said overtly racist remarks. She was from the Kansas side of the family, not the Jewish side, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she and other relatives were antisemitic but didn’t talk like that in front of me. The fact that certain relatives thought it okay to say racist and Islamophobic trash in front of me — because I don’t fit the categories they were dissing — was so disgusting.

Anyway, I’ll stick with First Nations or Indigenous from now on.