Simply, working
a welcome relief – the daily discipline of painting
Painting
Summer| Art| Economics
How can the economic market not affect the artist?
Last to feel the upswing and first to feel the fall.
Back to my Cave…Soon
Alas, on the horizon space and time are aligning themselves to open up a welcome withdrawal into my beloved studio. Although it’s a humble space, it is home to countless visual incubations…
Prospect | Canadian Fine Arts
‘Steps away from my mother’s house’, is a new acquisition of Toronto’s Canadian Fine Arts gallery. Available are several of my new works from ‘Prospect’ and paintings from ‘Summer and Smoke’.
Liquid Thought | Oil Painting
What’s going on in my mind when I am engaged in painting? As an artist, I concurrently think about the technicalities – that’s the front-end; the marriage of paint and canvas. But the back-end is a cacophony of feelings, thoughts and ramblings…
Grand Exit
I survived the Toronto Outdoor Art Exhibition. Two and a half days at the show and two and a half days in the hospital. My apologies for not waving while being wheeled out to the ambulance – a grand exit, indeed. For those of you, who saw my paintings at the show and want to contact me, or arrange for a studio visit, please submit a comment. Sorry I wasn’t there.
Booth 12
Toronto Outdoor Art Exhibition
July 9, 10 and ll at Nathan Phillips Square
Friday 10:30 am – 7:30 pm
Saturday 10:30 am – 7:30 pm,
Sunday 10:30 am – 6:30 pm
Yikes! Lengths of bubble wrap consume the flat, cardboard everywhere, works in process and food simmering on the stove. Is it any wonder that I don’t put my clothes on inside out, or mistake a dust ball for a cradle in the sky?
The show is a go and I am busy organizing the logistics for the 3-day event. Never too old, I suppose, to be schlepping work about, rain or shine.
Witch On Fire
Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble.
Bits of flesh, shards of crimson
and a relentless ideology
Time, space and ambiguities co mingle.
Building a fire of things known and unknown.
Ah hah, the studio is in transition.
I wrung dry the acrylic.
Bring out the oils – Queen of alchemy!
Collage
I have encountered an artist fascinated with Ping. Tap the end of a metal rod upon a concrete floor and you hear, a Ping! The sound is held, somewhere in mid air, ‘where time and space are epitomized’.
The theme of self betrayal inspires a colleague to negotiate it through dance.
Figurative collages by Wangechi Mutu, currently on show at the Art Gallery of Ontario, are distinctive in style. Her work is provocative; seduction and disturbance are at play; the final image is powerful. A mother protectively draws her young son’s gaze away from the encased collages – something caught his curiosity – a familiarity perhaps, disturbingly incomprehensible to a child’s mind.
Uncertain as to how these seemingly disparate short term events will act upon my mind and my heart.