Poetry, Printmaking, Writing

Other Lives

I came late to chimney swiftsbut now that I take note of them, living close to the sky in a high building, my life has expanded.I await their return in springand am saddened when they depart in fall. There's much false talk of freedom these days but watching the flight of the swifts above the… Continue reading Other Lives

collage, drawing, Photography

Birds, The Sun and a Collage

The weeks before and after Christmas were hard ones, what with much cloudy wet weather in Toronto and the fear inducing news about Omicron. I found that walking in the neighbourhood helped. The appearance of a flock of birds was a welcome surprise and rescue. The occasional hawk or two gliding above the ravines was… Continue reading Birds, The Sun and a Collage

drawing, scratchboard

Springtime 2

I know it's just turned summer. But here's the scratchboard drawing, Springtime, I've been working on. I've continued to work on the areas of light and dark and have experimented with colour. I used pigment felt pens in this first trial. I'm going to see if acryl gouache works well on scratchboard on a new… Continue reading Springtime 2

drawing, scratchboard

Springtime

This is the most recent scratchboard drawing I've been working on. It may be finished. I'll have to be with it for a while more until I decide if it needs more adjustments. I'm happy with how it's going. Originally the image was quite different--done with fine lines and different design elements that I eliminated.… Continue reading Springtime

drawing, scratchboard

Spirit of the Leaf

I was working on a 9" x 12" scratchboard drawing that became very complex and regularly entailed long periods of contemplation before knowing how to proceed. Earlier this week I decided to take out a small scratchboard--5" x 7"--to take a break from the larger image. This is what I came up with. It followed… Continue reading Spirit of the Leaf

Photography

At the Necropolis

Last Saturday I went for a spring walk in a cemetery in a part of Toronto called Cabbagetown. The necropolis, which I had never walked through before, was established in 1850. It's a large tree filled space with the graves of many people, some with monuments and others with simpler headstones and ground plaques. What… Continue reading At the Necropolis

Photography, Writing

The Sky

The sky, it feels like freedom, like safety, like a reprieve from this hard time on earth, offering a different perspective that the birds know and inhabit, flying south to the lake in seconds, soaring and diving with grace. I imagine flying with the birds, unchained from fear and vertigo, into the dusk clouds as… Continue reading The Sky

Felt & Fabric

Speaking of Birds

I made this felt appliqué over the past few weeks. I had started work on a linocut but developed a great deal of pain from the repetitive strain of carving the block. I then decided to put the linoleum aside, but wanted to continue doing some creative work. So I started designing an image for… Continue reading Speaking of Birds

Felt & Fabric, Poetry, Writing

For the Nighthawks

I often cry while listening to the news during the pandemic. The news, not new, of horrible murder and racism in the United States, not unique to that place, of old people dying in squalid long-term non-care homes in my province, of the poor, the discarded dying more often than the comfortable. So far, I… Continue reading For the Nighthawks

Nature Photography, Printmaking

The Birds of 1988

Spring is here and flowers are coming into bud wildly. The scillas have gone, but redbuds are just appearing and yesterday I saw cherry blossoms and their devotees in Trinity Bellwoods Park--a downtown west end park. Spring also means the return of birds and their songs. I hear cardinals, robins and sparrows daily. Last week… Continue reading The Birds of 1988