Joy. We all need more of it these days. If we pause long enough, the happy dance of Nature is ever present to provide it; the lilies, fireflies, butterflies and hummingbirds of Summer. The need for more joy in my life is expressing itself through my desire to paint water lilies in the ponds here. […]
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Digging Deeper
For the last few weeks I’ve been going down a rabbit hole. Unsatisfied with the work I have been doing, I wanted to do more. Reading the latest books from artists/writers Brain Rutenberg (A Little Long Time) and John Seed (Disrupted Realism), I have been thinking about what art is, where the best of it […]
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The Warrior – New Painting & Thoughts
Disaster. That about sums up the third of Bert Seabourn’s summer classes for this artist. (not pictured here) Last night was our first foray into abstraction – the kind of abstraction that is done by intuitively placing colour and form around a canvas. Cue the horror film music. I already suspected I had an issue with intuitive painting, but this experience confirmed […]
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Canadian Landscape by Radford Crawley, National Film Board of Canada I have been following Canadian History Magazine since I finished the research for my upcoming book on the abandoned house series. Today, they posted this video from Canada’s National Film Board. Watching this video was like discovering buried treasure or a lost art horde; a horde containing the […]
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School’s Out for Summer
I have been painting with Cherokee artist Bert Seabourn for a year now. I had not ever before attempted to paint a face. I did my first painted portrait last Fall. This is a sketch from my last class. It was drawn from a historic photograph. We have done a few of these and the expressions varied widely. […]
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Throwback Thursday ~ Waiting
A vanishing rainstorm left a brisk, penetrating breeze in its wake. The brick house sat blind with its windows shattered or entirely absent, allowing the wind to wander through its rooms unrestrained. A gust moved a loose door, tapping and knocking on its broken jamb. The walls whispered and wailed as the air pushed through the […]
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