Last week, while I was home with a cold, I began experimenting with an old water soluble crayon set I have. I find painting/drawing on an easel a lot easier physically than printmaking with the pain of repetitive strain I've acquired from lino and woodcutting. So, I'll return to the latest print after a break.… Continue reading Learning
In honour of summer and the Pride Parades here in Toronto and around the world, here's a hot pink and rainbow coloured gouache painting I made several years ago. It's called The Swimmer.
As I'm going through my old journals, I find forgotten elements--particularly the content of dreams. A few weeks ago, I came upon a curious and appealing dream fragment from June of 1993. At that time, I awoke with words telling me that centuries would pass before we discovered that the "L" in "Lion" was understood… Continue reading The Lion’s Birdnote
This week, while out walking under trees in my neighbourhood and admiring other people's gardens, I came upon some tremendously beautiful clematis. This spring I've been restraining myself from photographing every flower I see, particularly those that I have many photos of. I've been doing better this year at stopping to admire scilla, crabapples, lilacs,… Continue reading Abundant Clematis
I have kept journals--diaries--on and off for the past 40 or more years. In the 1990s and early 00s, I hand wrote a huge amount in dozens and dozens of lined notebooks--mostly recording my dreams and feelings but also world events and my activities. I've been working on a big project, going through my journals… Continue reading The Nature of Making Art