Life is an art
I’m still settling into my new(ish) life here in Bear River Nova Scotia. At heart, I think we all are kind of tribal, and with that in mind, becoming part of a small community takes time and grace. (I’m still working … Read More
I’m still settling into my new(ish) life here in Bear River Nova Scotia. At heart, I think we all are kind of tribal, and with that in mind, becoming part of a small community takes time and grace. (I’m still working … Read More
We all need a little time away to rejuvenate our “creative selves”. In October of last year, I went to Newfoundland for a month long stay at Bareneed Studios on the Port de Grave peninsula. I had been planning the visit for … Read More
Over the many years that I have been a practicing artist, patrons have helped by supporting my painting trips. My first trip was autumn to the Mont Tremblent area in Quebec. It was in the 80’s and a lovely little room was … Read More
I am making the move to the east coast of Canada where ihope to paint to my heart’s content… 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 … Read More
For many years I have been painting images of water. It began at a stressful juncture of my life and I have used the images as a continuing challenge for creativity as well as mindfullness. Creating rythmic imagery has a calming effect … Read More
People often ask me how long a piece takes to create. these days I tell them almost 50 years, as long as I have been practicing my art. There is no clock in my studio. time takes on a different value here. … Read More
My creative process begins long before it ‘appears’ in ‘real’ life. They say it takes 10,000 hours to become masterful at a skill. Some multitude of those hours are encoded in the thought processes that go on in the beginning, middle and … Read More
Why do I paint, history first
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A hay wagon rattles past me, again. Its dust settles on us here, country roads in the summer…that smell, the dust, the sounds… I spend a fair amount of time on country roads, I … Read More