Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

Journal Writing

November 12, 2017

via Journal Writing- building a deeper relationship with self


Egg Carving

March 9, 2015

I decided not to renew my art website last year. It was not longer serving a purpose. However, I do still have an affinity for the egg carvings I had there so I have decided to create a blog post where they can continue to live.


















Portrait painting of Ramana Maharishi

February 9, 2013

I completed a portrait painting of Ramana Maharishi yesterday. I’ve been learning a technique that makes portrait painting, in this style, much easier than anything else I’ve tried. I have never considered myself a person who can paint people, but the responses I got from my painting of Palden Gyatso had me rethinking how I see myself in that regard. I’ve since taken on portrait painting and have done three or four of them.

Ramana Maharishi is a unique and important individual for people who practice spirituality. I won’t go into a long diatribe about it here as I assume if you are interested in him, then you will seek further for yourself, but I do want to add this quote from wikipedia. “He radiated a silent power which stilled the minds of those who came to him and occasionally gave them a direct experience of his state. In later years, he became more willing to speak and respond to questions, though he always insisted that the silence he emanated was his purest teaching and that his verbal teachings were only for those who could not understand his silence.”

Ramana Maharishi

Ramana Maharishi


January Afternoon at Noreen’s

January 12, 2013

January Afternoon at Noreens.

Palden Gyatso meets Chuck Close

March 25, 2012

If you are unfamiliar with Palden Gyatso he is a Tibetan monk imprisoned and tortured for 33 years by the Chinese government. I highly recommend “Fire in the Snow”, a documentary on Palden. His story is heartbreaking and inspiring all wrapped together.

Chuck Close is an American artist famous for his portrait painting. His style is to grid a photo and then paint each individual square which, when viewed from afar, makes the painting appear as one image.

While working with my art class I decided to introduce them to Close’s style and we took on a project of placing a grid over a photo and then painting each grid onto a larger piece of paper. I decided to join in the fun and to also take the opportunity to introduce my students to the amazing story of Palden.

It took three months to complete this painting, which gave me an even deeper respect for Close’s style and process.





ISOs, F-stops, buttons and dials

March 9, 2009

Well, I decided to spend some money on something that I really “need”. My old digital camera, that takes amazing outdoor photos of the mountains while backcountry skiing, does not take good photos of art pieces.

I have been researching cameras for a couple of months now and decided early on that I would go with a Canon. This brand was recommended to me by the wife of a professional photographer so I trust her judgement (certainly compared to mine). I was pretty much settled on the Canon Powershot G10. I read a great blog review by Bill Lockhart who has taken some amazing photos with this camera. Bill did say that it doesn’t take great photos at high ISO numbers though (what does that even mean?). He had a photo of a lamp that wasn’t great (he said the camera was noisy, so I thought, “Why was the camera making so much sound at that setting?” but apparently “noise” is a photo term for grainy). This made me nervous since I want to take photos of my paintings and my eggs (which require a great deal of detail).

Anyway, my local Staples had this camera on sale until the 10th – so I had a decision to make, and quick (or at least that’s what I told myself when I was convincing myself to buy it). Since I sold three pieces on opening night I decided that now was the time to do this.

I charged the battery and set it to auto (this is the setting for camera-illiterate people like me) and snapped a couple photos. Now, the point here is not what is shot, but that it’s a better photo than my old camera would take. I didn’t set it up on a tripod or anything, just held it in my shaky hands. This photo is NOT about the drawing, which is just a quick 20-30 minute sketch for a project I have started.

First photo with my new Canon G10 camera!

First photo with my new Canon G10 camera!

There are so many buttons and gizmo thingies on this camera I don’t know where to start. I am not technologically challenged, but this is a stretch for me. I look forward to learning about ISOs, F-stops,  and whatever these number and dial things are on top.


Opening night

March 7, 2009

Well, last night was the opening of my show with Amy Warner and Melina Jacques at the Terrace Art Gallery. It went very well. 94 people came and shared their thoughts on the variety of artwork.

Amy and I collaborated on three pieces, one of which we were giving away in a draw at 8:00. Leah MacKay was the lucky winner and after some deliberation she chose Convergence: Human and Human I. It was interesting to hear which piece of the three people would have chossen if they had won. It was a great idea and makes me want to try more collaborations in the future.

I will get some photos of the show and post them soon.


The forced purge

February 1, 2009

Well, Friday morning I awoke with a sore throat. I have had a long and enjoyable period without getting sick. There has been a flu, a cold, and a throat/sinus infection going around for two months and I have been healthy through it all. This in itself is quite amazing because I have been prone to these types of sickness every year since my preteen years. I decided to phone in sick and try to heal up with a day of relaxation and healing beverages so I could dance alongside this illness without dancing with it.

The sound of water running made me get up from bed. It was an unusual sound so I thought I should check it out. I walked out of the bedroom and notice it’s coming from the basement. I quickly walk down the first set of stairs and see water pouring in through my basement window. I ran upstairs and put some clothes on, getting back to my entrance landing between the upstairs and downstairs. I opened the front door to see that there was a small lake pressed up against the window where the water was coming in. I look around and see that the street has a huge lake on it and that the water is getting to my house through the path I make for the mail person so they have a shorter distance to walk from the street during winter.

The water from the road/hill above my street isn’t draining properly and it is turing on to my road and flowing down to the firehydrant where it pools up, and then starts crossing the street where it eventually finds my basement (and sadly my neighbours basement also). I build a levee at the top of the street and divert the water so it won’t come down the street any longer. I have already built three dams to stop the water from continuing into my basement but want to stop it at the source.

The important stuff now. My art was not destroyed or even ruined. It was saved and will only need some minor cleaning to restore it (note to artists to seal your work with a varnish or medium when it’s finished as it makes it easier to clean in rare cases such as this). However, my studio is now a storage room for baseboards, ladders, and art as the other rooms dry out.

Studio as storage room until the other rooms are drying.

Studio as storage room until the other rooms are dry.

The spare bedroom is dry already; as well as the studio. The woodwork room is in the process of drying as it was left the longest because it was the fullest room of all the rooms down there. Ripping out the carpet has not been enjoyable at all. Wet, stinky, and glued down, it was a physical chore to get it all out.

Woodwork room being dried.

Woodwork room being dried. You can still see the floor is wet on the right as the heaters are working the other side of the room as I write this.

All the tools, except the table saw, had to find a new place to stay so they all got moved into the main room of my basement. It’s crowded in there to say the least, but I am happy with the amount of organisation I see.

Main room in the basement that now houses my woodwork tools.

Main room in the basement that now houses my woodwork tools.

I took a full load to the dump yesterday with the help of a very good friend. In fact, she gave me a lot of strength during this whole ordeal and has been a major trooper in the saving and cleaning department (she gets credit for saving the artwork actually). Interestingly enough this whole experience has forced me to purge many things that I was hanging on to without need. I get the packrat aspect of my personality from my mother and my cats and I share a five bedroom house with every room having quite a bit of stuff in it (insert embarrasing cartoon icon here).

With my body tired, sore, and just wanting rest I found some interesting words coming to my mind last night before bed. I wrote them this morning after sleeping in all the way to 8:30am.

That flood took more from me than just my basement. It took my vitality, my creativity, my strength. That water showed me where my edges lie; where my boundaires are formed.

I see this experience as part of my spiritual journey. I stayed present during the whole thing and haven’t complained (except about my broken snow shovel which I loved. I guess the lesson there is non-attachment) or suggested that this shouldn’t have happened to me. It happened, it was a very rare occurance and not one that I suspect will occur again because it was caused by the clogging of multiple drains on the road/hill above my house which are not usually clogged.

It’s funny how I have never felt very connected to this house. Like I tell friends, “It’s a house not a home.”  We have shared in this experience and I feel more connected to it now; more protective actually, which is weird. It’s begun to feel more like a home than a house.

%d bloggers like this: