Where are the Bees
What do we do to make a difference? Who are we in this world? Shall I just live selfishly and disregard all others and all things? Why should I give a care about anything but myself?
This seems to be the state of the world as we know it. “Every man for himself” they say. Not only is Venice sinking, The world sinks as we speak. The Trump administration is dismantling the entire American Eco support system as we speak, pollution is rampant pesitcides are killing our precious Bee population,
Those little Bees are responsible for much of what we enjoy every day. From flowers to fruits, vegetables and many other beautiful and essential things.
So what can we do? Maybe a moment to consider the little bees? Next time you go to your grocery store take a moment, stop, consider what has grown and how it wouldn’t have without the Bees. Then take a stroll down the cereal lane. Why Cereal? How does that help Bees? Currently Cheerio’s has a free wildflower seed distribution and you can get some. I suggest you get some. Either from your Cheerios pack or from your favorite seed supplier. Plant some. Anywhere is fine, your backyard, the field, forest or vacant plot of land in the city.
Lets give the Bee population a boost! Lets plant millions of wildflowers and give them a helping hand.
Who is with me?
Walking through Memories.
Walking through memories
As life goes by, and it does very quickly the older I get, the quicker things of childhood we forget.
When I was a child my mother used to take my older sister and I to Woodbridge to swim in the very shallow Humber River. There were many low hanging Weeping willows along the banks of the river and I used to think I was Tarzan swinging from those long branches. I used to also bring my under water goggles to go deep sea diving in that river, which was actually only a few inches deep. I thought I was Jacques Cousteau diving from his ship, The Calypso!
It’s been 50 years since those major childhood expeditions happened in my mind, and for the most part all forgotten.
Today I left Orillia on some business with a gallery there, and headed home the long way. Hwy 11 south and somehow I ended up in Woodbridge. Heading south on Islington I first went for a short nostalgic walk through Boydd Conservation area which rendered memories all by itself. But then thoughts of the Humber River just one mile south of Boydd brought me to a deep stroll down memory lane through deep sea dives and swinging through the trees.
Gone so long ago, but so fresh in my mind and my heart.
A pleasure to bring you along on this hike through my life line of time.
Who Are You?
Who are you?
Artists ask me many times: “How do I develop my own style?”
What a wonderful question and what a wonderful problem! The question can apply to anyone in any career, who are you? My answer is always the same: Who have you become?
As art is a creative process which draws on many experiences, for certain it is shaped over time and is the result many turns. Some turns for the best and some for the worst. In the end who you are is a conglomeration of all of those turns. It wells up within you and desires to come out.
What will you do with that well spring? Sing it? Write about it? Perhaps, as I do, paint it? What will be the channel in which you will release the inner energy?
For me the channel was through my brush. My challenge in life is to present the things in life that I love and make it possible for people who identify with what I feel to have it and enjoy it in their own personal space.
It’s about colour for me. Sometimes it’s about bright colour and other times it’s about dark colours. Either way I use colour to shape the message I present.
My emotional conduit happens through the landscapes I love. Canadian Landscapes, most particularly the Canadian Shield. Together my love for the use of colour and my passion for the land come together to form a message. I must underline that those two elements are also tempered and deeply influenced by my life’s experiences. Jobs, travels, family matters, friends, relationships. These experiences make me who I am and who I am is an emotional being. This emotional being renders colours which come from my mood at the time of painting.
Who am I? I am all of the above. My style of painting is all of the above. In short, I am true to myself and allow my soul to show. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I place my heart on the canvas, I apply it with a brush and colour.
So now, Who are you?
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The Artists Journey
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This sketch above became this finished painting below
The Pine Tree Painter.
How did I become known as the Pine Tree Painter? You could say I paint a lot of Pine Trees, that would be true. I paint a lot of other things too, but Pine Trees, Spruce Trees, Birch and others seem to be a continuous string in what i do. I just like the way they stand there like a custodian of the land. or a greeter to nature. So, I continue down the path with the Pine Tree Painter name on my head, It's ok.