These are toubled times. The stresses and strains of isolation and fera in the riegns of a world pandemic can be a little overwhelmning to say the least. I am the kind of person who doesn’t mind a little isolation, in fact its instrumental in my creative process. Balance is important as well and isolation can be overwhelming at times. In my case just a walk in the woods can calm the feelings associtaed with isolation, the Japanese call it Forest Bathing. I don’t see anyone on my forest walks, but my sense of isolation becomes one of belonging. The forest offers me so much life. I rarely see animals or even birds but I get the feeling of belonging to the great big world. Read More
I'm moving my Ontario studio to far shores and offer you an opportunity to lighen the load, take home a window of the world for your wall... life is an art Read More
Its autumn now and the colours here in Ontario are at their best right now, today this afternoon! The people who are supposed to stay home are following each other down the road. I wonder at it all. Fall has been the subject of not a few of my pieces, its fun to play with the vibrant tones of this season. If you have never seen fall in Eastern Canada, you should treat yourself! I love to watch as I wander the backroads to here and there, (the dump, the grocery). Its all a sight for sore eyes’ as they say, and only lasts a while. Some autumns are shorter than pthers, some drag on for weeks gradually lifting the veil of green to yellow, orange read rust and then grey… is it the transitory nature of the days in fall that make it as attractive as spring? What is your opinion on that. The sun is lower in the sky here in my part of the world. At about 45 degrees north our daylight hours grow smaller each day, culminating in December where once again the light begins to return. We all breathe a sigh of relief and wait […] Read More
Being alone is not a new thing for many artists. Lots of us spend solitary days inside our minds, inside our studios. It is a bit of a dichotomy, since we are the monitors of our society, expressing its beauty, its angst, its troubles and its joys. We are the canary of the veritable coal mine of our planet, our population, our culture, our gender, our creed, our environment, did I miss anything? Many artists are simply here to predictably render the surroundings they find beauty in, a mountain, a stream, a field, a backyard lane and much more, gets rendered in a style that represents it but doesn’t necessarily define it photographically. We then are treated to an enhanced version of what is seen by one’s naked eye. Their efforts enhance and itemize the beauty of the scene. I’ve been an artist who appears to be of that ilk, for many years, refining techniques that I learned early in life. As I have aged I have sought to minimalize my style, bring it down to bare bones, and leave out the distracting details. In 2004 I was diagnosed with cancer in my eye and faced the all too real […] Read More
Some of us are deep into our isolation. We are about to break free from the chrysalis of our time alone. Our world begins to open up after quarentine. My life has had self isolation as a theme for many years. I moved into a boarding house while I was in high school. I kept a lot to myself. I got through art school by scrimping and saving. I have lived in the country since 1979, most of my adult life. I do well being alone, expecially now. I have had great mentors for it and have taken my cues from them and how they coped. It is my creativity that saves me. We all may have internal dialogue and I have always revelled in what i call ‘head painting’. I carefully imagine a scene, or use the one in front of me. I begin to imagine painting it, lay down the initial colours. I then define the colours, add strength and character, light and dark…its an internal activity that then gets acted out when the canvas/paper and paint are within reach. Here is one of my stones watercolours. I have spent many hours watching water… What we do in […] Read More
Life is indeed a work of art, for me, for you too? We gradually learn the dance, the ups the downs, the crowns and the thorns. As a teenager, I had gone to Buddist meditation sessions, and before that, had attended Quaker meetings (which involve several minutes of silence at each meeting). I was hungry, and they served food afterwards, at both meetings. I learned important lessons at the time that I was unaware of …at the time. I was hungry in many ways. Most mornings I do a series of yoga poses. I have for many years. I learned basic Hatha yoga from a woman I knew named Ineka. In the small Ontario town I had chosen to live in, she had too, she taught us what she knew, yoga. Most of us were from somewhere else> Almost 50 years hense…my life is an accumulation of the art of life all this time. It is like this image, it includes reflections, both real an imaginary. I make connections to the world around me with my subject, my sense of colour, texture, balance and conflict. As each years piles upon another my imagery takes on new dimensions, new subjects, new […] Read More
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
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