Wealthy? No. Extravagant? No. Blessed? Yes, extremely blessed. I’ve toyed with channels and ideas in art that would create wealth and allow some extravagance but not far into them I’ve backtracked in favor of pure art.
This notion, pure art, has cost me. Pure art has defined my paths, for me it has meant resisting anything that takes me away from the humble yet imperative act of simply painting.
Along the way there continues to be the little luxuries I believe one must allow themselves, in fact, must insist on for the good of mental health and inner peace. One such “luxury” is a moment each morning in sanctuary with a very personal Java and baked treat.
A practice I highly recommend.
My location of choice lately has been Brock Street Espresso, so if you’re there don’t be afraid to lean in and say good morning. And if you get some Java there be sure and tell them that Robert McAffee sent you.
Canadian Landscape Artist. Art Blogger, content creator Robertmcaffee.com
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Ships in the harbor
I turned 60 this past May, if I've learned learned nothing else in life or about life it would be safe to say that I am nothing more that a kid in a grown ups body doing grown up things, but still having child like passions. I do the responsible things like pay bills, meet appointments, be at events that are important, I've learned to play the part well.
There remains deep within me a not very well hidden child.
The child within, while mostly hidden, creeps out from time to time when I can get away. What young boy isn't fascinated with big ships? The sheer size of them, I mean, when you see them in photos or on television, for those who still watch television, they are bigger in real life. In fact they are massive! I don't watch football so I have no idea how many football fields they length is but I imagine it's a couple at least. On some occasions, more lately than I've seen in years here in the Port of Oshawa, there may be two or even three tied up to the docks. They stand like massive structures that dwarf the buildings they flank. The dock forklifts are nut tiny Tonka toys compared to these great tubs!
even if it's just a Life is short, there's only so much time to do the things we really love to do. We devote so much of our precious time to the responsibilities we saddle ourselves up with. Before you know it you are making retirement plans and you're lucky if your health is up to the activities you have been saving up for years to fulfill. Or maybe you are waiting for someone in your life to get there so you can enjoy together. That is noble of you but chances are the people in your life have other plans.
Seize the moment while you have it to live. There's no time like the present and you should take every moment you can, even if it's an hour here or an hour there. Take that hour to drive out of your way, go to the dock, go to the forest, go to the diner, the cafe, the movie. Whatever it is, go!
Let the child within breathe and live from time to time. It's worth it.
The JOY of ART
Can you even imagine? How many times I’ve been in a home or living space and the atmosphere is void. Empty walls become larger with the miles and miles of neutral paint colour that leads to nowhere. A sofa that disappears into that void that dwarfs them. A reflection of life as it seems sometimes, absent is the presence of life and hope.
Life without art, life without books, life without some interruption of colour and texture, is a life in need of some disturbance.
I heard a well known television personality, Steve Harvey speaking of his forever practice of allowing himself some even small “upgrade” to improve his mere existence. He spoke of the mundane act of flying and his budgeting himself the luxury of first class rather than coach was something that for him was a necessity for his personal well-being. Not a sign of wealth or prosperity but an insistence of remembering that granting yourself some pleasure in life is something many people overlook and therefore rob themselves of joy.
Life with art is that opportunity we have to allow ourselves to have some joy. Unlike a first class seat on an airplane such joy with art needs not be expensive or in any way lavish, it can be something so simple. A row of books selected from the second hand store book section for .50 each. Joy can be had with finding a beautiful flower pot in a garage sale. It can be found with the hanging of an Asian wall fan mounted on that space above that lonely sofa.
Joy can be found in simple articles that begin to change our surroundings and hence our lives.
Joy can be found in a simple fresh scone accompanied by a hot mug of coffee and there on the table, that simple, tiny 3”x5” canvas with an artists simple rendering of a high view of a northern lake as the evening light disappears below the horizon.
Life without art is easy to remedy, and the remedy doesn’t need to cost your life savings. What then is the value of joy?
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Years ago, almost in another world it now seems, I was a busy drummer. I miss those days, I was happy in that role. There have always been two places in life that pleased my ambitions, art and drumming and on one drumming tour I did with a band into Deerhurst Resort in Huntsville, Ontario. I realized I was just 30 mn drive from Algonquin Park. This was years before I had begun making regular trips to the park, I was still employed in with TD Bank Financial Group. This was the first time in my adult life when I was in such close proximity to Algonquin Park and I really wanted to get over and see it if I could.
We had an afternoon show that weekend and I decided rather than head off to bed, I would drive over and catch a sunset at Algonquin.
I arrived at the West Gate at approximately 6:30 pm and took my time driving along Hwy 60, the main route through the lower portion of Algonquin Park, the route most visitors take when coming up from the city. It takes you through all of the iconic lakes and trails as are known for the most dramatic views. As the time passed, and I knew I couldn't stay too late I decided I wanted to get in a good sunset to mark the day.
I remember the discovery of a little spot along the hwy, on the south side with a spectacular view of Smoke Lake. A little parking area only large enough for six or seven cars. The sun was low in the western sky and I decided to wait it out from that spot. It would reward with a lifetime impression. As the light grew dimmer and the outline of the northern sky and clouds became more pronounced I could feel the emotion of the night like no other time I had ever known. It would be the beginning of what I like to refer to as my dedication to the rendering of night in my paintings.
The Artists Journey
This is my blog page and it is where I get to be the opinionated man that I really am. The views are my own.
I invite your replies and comments, on my virtual welcome mat.
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.