a poem and a painting

At various stages of my painting’s evolution, different genres have suggested themselves- landscape, figurative, abstract, floral- and approaching resolution the painting, rather than having become one or the other, remains “all of the above.” The other day on Facebook I came upon an excerpt of a TS Eliot poem and as I read, I feltContinueContinue reading “a poem and a painting”

a repetition of roses

I have taken as reference my own photos of roses and am hand transposing the shapes and contours onto large paper and working with ink. I have a love of repetition- perhaps it was having visited fabric stores with my mother and gazing at myriads of patterns. I look at what is emerging in theseContinueContinue reading “a repetition of roses”

learning to paint

It is wonderful that social media helps keep us in reach of our audience, but I admit to being somewhat torn about posting often; it seems contrary to the instinct of nesting, nurture and privacy that go along with developing a body of work. I am at the beginning of a new exploration – oneContinueContinue reading “learning to paint”

father’s work

Art by my father on Fathers Day. The ancient Chinese described war horses as dragons in disguise. I see that in this small piece of art I have from my father. He was a blacksmith. Horses, the sound of the hammer and anvil, the black coal and flames of the forge and the steam fromContinueContinue reading “father’s work”

art and the nature of wisdom

On the 12th of March 2017, I gave a talk that ties in with my exhibition “The Other Side of War.” The talk was given during the sermon time at St Philip Anglican Church in Oak Bay, Victoria, BC, Canada. My working title for this talk has been Art and the Nature of Good andContinueContinue reading “art and the nature of wisdom”