while perusing someone else's blogspot, i then clicked on one of their favourite sites and i came across this piece.

"nude beam"2007

by Fiona Banner

and i thought my arm was sore from painting!

If i wasn't renting my house i would have started writing in the corner already.

then just underneath this post was a post about an artist who's name i had been trying to remember all year . . . giving people clues about him and searching the dark parts of my brain for his name.

Then today TA DA there he was . . . Jose Gonzalez. I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS!!!

Following your own path

It's late and too dark to paint. Of course i always want to paint when it is dark out. Arrgghh. This picture is the current inspiration along with "following your own path"

Even though my new apartment has lights in the hallway that mimic daylight, the light is still strange.

I've been painting up a storm for the DRIFT next weekend and very happy to be doing so, hopefully my right arm can make it.

I will post some new pics when they are ready.

Doe Bay Moon

Oh. . . just another gorgeous photo of the moon.

This time taken by a friend-Lance, and sent to me,

to share with you.

enjoy.

An evening of vibrations

There certainly was something special in the air.

Sweet. Raw. Happenstance.

Vibrating. Penetrating. Enlightening. Intriguing.

Tones of frosted umber, charcoal with a touch of red, earthened cobalt, organic oatmeal, and a touch of skin (tone).

I thank you for a truly moving and inspirational evening . . . until next time.

(new paintings to come)

Dangerous love

the view from Doe Bay can clear your mind in one glance

there is a reason we go there every year

I didn't want that Danger sign to be there when I took this picture,

but now I see that it is perfect!

Can you see the rainbow?

The weight of a feather. . .

. . . cannot tip a decision. We knew all along what was right for us to do. We just didn't listen!

Living on the finges of activity is a choice we can make. Always holding back, rather than becoming fully intimate with another is a choice we can make. It seems that there is a direct connection between creative thought and involvement in life. . .

The blanket is heavy, but my feet are light. As I float in a new direction.

As a friend said, "play the flute while you float"

Summer inspiration

this is a photo that my mom took of her tranquil backyard garden.

I just had to share it.

Full moon driving

I love to take pictures while driving in the car.

The white circle is the full moon looking small even though it was gigantic!

drifting away

I am pleased to announce that I have been

officially elected to the board of directors

for:

The Main Art Drift Society.

As a member I will also be participating in the

show this fall, October 4 & 5, 2008.

will keep you updated of course, or visit http://www.thedrift.ca/

red bricks, cold land, blue sky

towering bricks

in winter

lost and found

i turn right

into you.

found in an old journal . . .

The nature of a work of art is not to be a part, nor yet a copy of the real world ( as we commonly understand that phrase ). But a world in itself, independant, complete, autonomous; and to possess it fully you must enter that world, conform to it's laws, and ignore for the time the beliefs, aims, and particular conditions which belong to you in the other world of reality.

- P.f. Bradley

the ten year circle

it has been 10 years since i was in nyc.

it has been 7 years since i have been inspired, truly inspired to paint.

the colours and textures of the city.

the brick walls, the plaster, the lines, the textures, the mess.

the simple moments found in a city so complex.

just like the t-shirt says - i . . .

it took a few days to feel confident, nothing that navigating the subway on your own can't cure. i was so proud of myself!

north, south, torrential rain, east, west, over the bridge, under the tunnel, i went everywhere - well it felt like it anyways. i walked - alot!!!!!

clyfford still at the Met - oh my!

i breathed deeper.

i walked stronger.

i sat taller.

i sang in the shower - 3 x

i opened my eyes.

i opened my heart.

i broke something like a bull.

i listened. i was listened to.

i drank till dawn, danced till dawn, laughed till dawn.

i walked the village in heels - i just had to.

i am painting again - truly painting!