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February 24th & 25th 2017

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Tegan Peemoeller , Harp

Classical harpist, soprano, and incorrigible bibliophile, Tegan Peemoeller has been performing internationally for over a decade. Rather than seeing music as an isolated field, Tegan integrates diverse influences, ranging from poetry to dance, from literature to philosophy, and from architecture to art. She completed her master’s degree in Harp Performance at the Australian National University School of music, and has worked with pre-eminent teachers around the world, including Alice Giles and Heidi Lehwalder.

Tegan is a founding member of the Griffyn Ensemble and the Seven Harp Ensemble, and has been guest principal with the Canberra Youth Orchestra, Canberra Symphony Orchestra, New Zealand Youth Orchestra, Sydney Youth Orchestra, and the National Capital Orchestra. A recent commission was an arrangement for the Seven Harp Ensemble, which she performed with them in Beijing for a televised BTV Spring Gala. Solo performance is her raison d’être, however, and as well as her concerts in Canada, she continues to perform regularly in Australia.

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Erin Marks, Oboe

Erin Marks is one of Vancouver’s best loved oboe soloists. She plays oboe and English horn with Vancouver Opera Orchestra and Pandora’s Vox, and she appears frequently with the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra. She has also appeared with the Turning Point Ensemble under the direction of Owen Underhill, as well as with the Victoria Symphony and in recital with renowned organist Edward Norman. Erin earned her master’s degree in oboe performance from the Manhattan School of Music, studying with Joseph Robinson, Principal Oboe of the New York Philharmonic. Highlights included performing at Carnegie Hall as principal oboe with members of the New York Philharmonic, and playing in the orchestra for Les Miserables on Broadway.

She has appeared with the National Symphony of the Dominican Republic, under the baton of Placid Domingo and has been the featured oboe soloist in the East-West International Music Festival held in Leipzig. Erin has also been the featured oboe soloist with the Pacific Spirit Choir, notably during their 2013 European tour, during which she performed under the direction of Gerald VanWyck in some of the most extraordinary cathedrals in Holland, Belgium, and Paris.

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Chad Clark

As the founder and Creative Director of The Salon Sessions Chad’s passion for the arts extends into his performances. He studied music and classical voice at the University of Toronto and has been singing for most of his life. From jazz and funk alongside the Max Zipursky trio and the Brian Horswill trio he is also a section lead for the North Shore vocal group, Espiritu under the direction of Gillian Hunt, his musical mentor.

As the Creative Director for the The Salon Sessions Chad acts as a musical host and audience guide, both preforming alongside guests of The Salon Sessions and collaborating on the concept and narrative of the performances of each artist. Chad is also responsible for the scouting of new talent to showcase through The Salon Sessions and is always on the look out for the next exciting artist to collaborate with. Chad Clark is also the Operations Director of Hawksworth Restaurant has managed and consulted with leading restaurants across Canada and in Europe.


Frédéric Robert, Tenor

Vancouver French Canadian tenor Frédérik Robert has performed with Vancouver, Calgary, Edmonton and Saskatoon Opera companies. In concert he has been featured with the Winnipeg and Regina Symphonies, National Arts Center Orchestra, and Vancouver Symphony Orchestra. His recent performances include The Bells (Vancouver Bach Choir), Dragging Piaf (Queer Arts Festival), Carmina Burana (Vancouver Bach Choir), Messa di Gloria (West Coast Symphony), A Night in Roma (Vancouver Symphony), Eva’s Brother in Evita (Vancouver Opera), Stickboy title role (Vancouver Opera workshop), L’araldo reale in Don Carlos (Vancouver Opera), and Spoletta in Tosca (Vancouver Opera).

Frédérik is currently on voice faculty at the Vancouver Academy of Music with upcoming performances planned for Vancouver Symphony Orchestra What a Wonderful World!, Verdi’s Requiem with the Vancouver Bach Choir, and Inmate 1 in Dead Man Walking with Vancouver Opera.

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Janna Watson, Visual Artist

Canadian painter Janna Watson uses abstraction as both an escape from and return to the real. As the world we know dematerializes into paint strokes, so too does her paint take stage as it’s very own character in a multi-act drama of composition. Bundles of colour, made up of discrete yet inseparable instances of pigment—what Watson refers to as “moments”—are teeming and poised as though caught mid-multiplication. Sweeps of paint re-direct sharply and fold over themselves; thin, rigid ink lines cut into the pictorial field as rudimentary elements in an increasingly complex system of painterly language.

All the components play out on a surface of slow, chromatic gradation. Like many of Watson’s players, these backdrops tenderly gesture toward the familiar, stopping just short of representation. The result is a conceptual project (and distinct, stylistic signature) that speaks to a contemporary milieu in which abstract painting is not the retreat of meaning into an unrecognizable realm, but rather the emergence of medium as a “figure” in its own self-inscribed world of feeling and being. Watson does more than reveal paint’s potential to emote—she gives it a space to reveal itself, in its own time.

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Set List
  • HideShow lyricsSinfonia from BMV 12 - J.S. Bach


  • HideShow lyricsO Waly Waly - trad. arr. Britten

    The water is wide I cannot get o’ver,

    And neither have I wings to fly.

    Give me a boat that will carry two,

    And both shall row, my love and I.

    O, down in the meadows the other day

    A-gathering flowers both fine and gay,

    A-gathering flowers both red and blue,

    I little thought what love can do.

    I leaned my back up against some oak

    Thinking that he was a trusty tree;

    But first he bended, and then he broke;

    And so did my false love to me.

    A ship there is, and she sails the sea,

    She’s loaded deep as deep can be,

    But not so deep as the love I’m in :

    I know not if I sink or swim.

    O, love is handsome and love is fine,

    And love’s jewel when it is new,

    But when it is old, it groweth cold,

    And fades away like morning dew.

  • HideShow lyricsThe Salley Gardens - trad arr. Britten

    Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet

    She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet,

    She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree

    But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree.


    In a field by the river my love and I did stand,

    And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.

    She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;

    But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.


    – William Butler Yeats

  • HideShow lyricsSilent Noon - R. Vaughan Williams

    Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, –

    The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

    Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

    ‘Neath billowing [clouds]1 that scatter and amass.


    All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

    Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge

    Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge.

    ‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass.


    Deep in the sunsearched growths the dragon-fly

    Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: –

    So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.

    Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

    This close-companioned inarticulate hour

    When twofold silence was the song of love.

  • HideShow lyricsPrelude and Menuet from Suite Bergamasque - Debussy


  • HideShow lyricsUna Furtiva Lagrima – Donizetti

    Una furtiva lagrima

    negli occhi suoi spuntò:

    Quelle festose giovani

    invidiar sembrò.

    Che più cercando io vo?

    Che più cercando io vo?

    M’ama! Sì, m’ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo.

    Un solo instante i palpiti

    del suo bel cor sentir!

    I miei sospir, confondere

    per poco a’ suoi sospir!

    I palpiti, i palpiti sentir,

    confondere i miei coi suoi sospir…

    Cielo! Si può morir!

    Di più non chiedo, non chiedo.

    Ah, cielo! Si può! Si, può morir!

    Di più non chiedo, non chiedo.

    Si può morire! Si può morir d’amor.

    A single secret tear

    from her eye did spring:

    as if she envied all the youths

    that laughingly passed her by.

    What more searching need I do?

    What more searching need I do?

    She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it. I see it.

    For just an instant the beating

    of her beautiful heart I could feel!

    As if my sighs were hers,

    and her sighs were mine!

    The beating, the beating of her heart I could feel,

    to merge my sighs with hers…

    Heavens! Yes, I could die!

    I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.

    Oh, heavens! Yes, I could, I could die!

    I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.

    Yes, I could die! Yes, I could die of love.

  • HideShow lyricsOblivion - Astor Piazzolla

    Lourds, soudain semblent lourds

    les draps et velours de ton lit

    quand j’oublie jusqu’à notre amour


    Lourds, soudain semblent lourds

    tes bras qui m’entourent

    déjà dans la nuit


    Mon bateau part, s’en va quelque part

    les gens se séparent,

    j’oublie, j’oublie


    Tard, autre part dans un bar d’acajou

    des violons nous rejouent

    notre mélodie, mais j’oublie


    Tard, on se sépare dans un joue contre joue

    tout devient flou et

    j’oublie, j’oublie


    Court, le temps semble court

    le compte à rebours d’une nuit

    quand j’oublie jusqu’à notre amour


    Court, le temps semble court

    tes doigts qui parcourent

    ma ligne de vie.


    Sans un regard,

    des hommes on s’égare

    sur un quai de gare,

    j’oublie, j’oublie

    Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy

    the linen and velvets of your bed

    when our love passes to oblivion


    Heavy, suddenly they seem heavy

    your arms embracing me

    formerly in the night


    My boat parts, it’s going somewhere

    people get separated,

    I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting


    Later, at some other place in a mahogany bar

    the violins playing again for us

    our song, but I’m forgetting


    Later, it splits off to a cheek to cheek

    everything becomes blurred and

    I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting


    Brief, the times seem brief

    the countdown of a night

    when our love passes to oblivion


    Brief, the times seem brief

    your fingers running all over

    my lifeline.


    Without a glance

    people are straying off

    on a train platform,

    I’m forgetting, I’m forgetting

  • HideShow lyricsLes feux d’artifice t’appellent - Rufus Wainwright

    Les feux d’artifice t’appellent

    Descends dans la rue

    Les feux d’artifice t’appellent

    Descends dans la rue

    Les feux d’artifice t’appellent


    Les couleurs dans le ciel

    Eclatent sur la ville

    Le feu du ciel qui fut

    Descend dans la rue

    Et l’amour n’est plus attendu


    C’est la joie et l’allégresse

    Dans tout Paris, on fait la fête

    Je reste, je reste, je reste,

    Je regarde, regarde, regarde


    Jeunes hommes, descendez avec vos maîtresses

    Jeunes filles, profitez du temps qui reste

    Je reste, je reste, je reste ici

    Je regarde par ma grande fenêtre


    Les feux d’artifice sont finis

    Çela n’a pas duré longtemps

    Les feux d’artifice sont finis

    Çela n’a pas duré longtemps

    The fireworks are calling out to you,

    Get out on the street

    The fireworks are calling out to you,

    Get out on the street

    The fireworks are calling out to you


    The colours in the sky

    Explode over the city

    The fire of the sky which was

    Get out on the street

    And love isn’t awaited anymore


    There is joy and bliss

    All over Paris, a party is going on

    I stay, I stay, I stay

    I watch, I watch, I watch


    Young men, get out with your mistresses

    Young girls, make the best out of the time you’ve got left

    I stay, I stay, I stay here

    I watch through my large window


    The fireworks are over,

    It didn’t last long

    The fireworks are over,

    It didn’t last long

  • HideShow lyricsCafé 1930 from Histoire du Tango - Piazzolla arr. Alice Giles


  • HideShow lyricsHallelujah - Leonard Cohen

    I’ve heard there was a secret chord

    That David played, and it pleased the Lord

    But you don’t really care for music, do you?

    It goes like this

    The fourth, the fifth

    The minor fall, the major lift

    The baffled king composing Hallelujah







    Your faith was strong but you needed proof

    You saw her bathing on the roof

    Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

    She tied you to a kitchen chair

    She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

    And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    You say I took the name in vain

    I don’t even know the name

    But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?

    There’s a blaze of light

    In every word

    It doesn’t matter which you heard

    The holy or the broken Hallelujah


    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah


    I did my best, it wasn’t much

    I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch

    I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you

    And even though it all went wrong

    I’ll stand before the Lord of Song

    With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah


    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah


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Bau-Xi Gallery was established by Paul Huang in 1965 in Vancouver to showcase the many Canadian artists in need of gallery representation on the West Coast. As the oldest commercial gallery in Vancouver, Bau-Xi has been a central member of the Art Dealers Association of Canada since the early 1970s, and in Vancouver, a founding member of the South Granville Gallery Association.

Since its inception, the iconic Vancouver Bau-Xi Gallery has expanded to include Bau-Xi Gallery and Bau-Xi Photo in Toronto, and Foster/White Gallery in Seattle. Over the past 50 years, Bau-Xi Gallery has been recognized as one of Canada’s most highly regarded art galleries, with a reputation founded on adherence to the highest standards in quality of art and service to clients.

Today, the Bau-Xi group of galleries represents emerging and established visual artists across a variety of media and genres, and remains committed to excellence in the promotion of exceptional contemporary fine art.


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