Years ago I regularly traveled to Bermuda. I accidently found a niche there with my artowrk. Sudie Curtice and Amanda Outerbridge at Windjammer Gallery, happily sold my watercolours there for 17 years. Sadly, my patron and gallery owner, Sudie, passed away and after a while the gallery closed. I think of those days often, here in the dead of an Ontario winter. yes the sun has crossed the equinox and we now have 9 hours and 53 minutes of daylight. Read More
I love this time of year. When the shackles of winter are removed. When winter’s icy veil is lifted from our eyes life can renew itself. Going past the front door requires no coat, no mitts, no scarf, sigh. Green creeps into view slowly at first, then jogs along at a clip, like a happy pony will on its way homeward. The scent of lilac pervades the air right now. It is a distinctive aroma, and quite dear to me. It has a romantic sense to it. I breathe it in deeply as I pass by the bushes to my rural mailbox. It soothes the chill deep inside me, this winter past was a difficult one. The verdant green this time of year is a balm to the soul. I, like may artists throughout history, have struggled with the colour green. Its a delicate balance making that colour reveal the sense you want it to impart….it is spring,full on summer, the waning days before the leaves change? Different plants have a genetic tendency towards different greens. Some green for you Summer Fantasy 20×16 1801 I recall my early days of painting in Bermuda. By chance I was in the gallery […] Read More
Wandering I lift my head and open my eyes. My second-hand camera hangs heavily around my neck. I walk, setting out in a direction that matters not. I will find my muse, she awaits me just up ahead. I follow the warmth of Bermuda’s winter light, well below the 49th parallel. This is the light that will permeate my paintings for years to come. That first day, I fell in love, and began my life long affair with light and shadow I am a studio artist, so I take the colour from here the texture from there and shapes and light from somewhere else. A new world is created from my experience. Read More
I’ve a few hours before I leave Bermuda, yet again. I am packed and ready to go. I have come and gone too many times to count, though I have made it a mission to count when I get home…passport stamps will tell me the exact number of visits to this fair isle. Its colours and texture have been a source of inspiration and a dedication to a purpose since 1986, when I first visited. Bermuda opened my eyes to a new world of colour, texture, form, and drama of the skies. The turquoise waters enthralled me and my artistic journey began. Many visions repeat themselves and, the expanded new me, on each visit, relishes its connection with my past. Goodbye bermuda, until we meet again Read More
Everywhere I look, there is that colour, viridian. It is used extensively in maritime areas all over the word. Its a much loved, old fashioned colour here in Bermuda too. All of Bermuda is maritime, it is a small country, an island, (or rather, a series of connected islands) situated mid altantic. It has no near neighbours, but enjoys the company of many visitors, all of whom have come to shape the history of this idyllic place. The architecture here has fascinated me since the first moment I set eyes on it. I began my artistic journey here in 1986. In those days the color range of the homes, cottages, was more limited to traditional white, pink, coral, brick red, blue and viridian. The pink came from mixing whitewash with local rich red soil. The coral colour replicated the beaches, who’s peach coloured sand is actually a mix of tiny broken pieces of the magnificent coral reef that surrounds the island. The blue and viridian have origins I am not aware of. All the rooves here are made of stepped flat stone, historically limestone slabs cut from the island structure. They are laid upon cedar rafters and sealed with whitewash. […] Read More
The kiskadee sounds his morning wake-up call and the sun’s eastern rays begin their journey towards me. My window here faces north so the morning light traverses across the rooflines just outside the window. They highlight the neighbour’s stepped roof. Each morning, the light is slightly different and I awaken, eager to see the difference. The last time I was here I did this small series of roofline paintings… Read More
CULMINATION…’The reaching of the meridian by a celestial body’. My body is made of stars. Bermuda is my constellation. I reach out, and it is there touchable ..yet….intangible Read More
My Bermuda days are numbered once more. It will be such sweet sorrow to leave, it’s a second home to me. The weather has been varied, and well, divine as far as I am concerned, moist, windy, sunny. I spent some of yesterday afternoon picking loquats off a tree while waiting for a bus. This weekend I teach my last watercolour workshop at the Bermuda Society of the Arts in City Hall Hamilton Bermuda, be there or be square…http://www.bsoa.bm/?m=20110326 to sign up or get information…I have always been fascinated by the light and values of Bermuda architecture, the white-washed walls and rooves and chimneys are marvellous reflective surfaces. Light bounces around and is reflected in strange and marvellous places. Newly framed work is available at the Windjammer 2 Gallery in Hamilton Princess Hotel, in, well, Hamilton.Bermuda. Read More
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