Born again, again, and again
The Far North. Far from here but close to my heart. I have been contemplating it quite a bit lately. Till late last night I watched a documentary on TVO that really drove the longing home. The Scottsman, carrying his banjo and a camera crew venture north from Nova Scotia to Baffin Island. There they become awestruck by the big skies, turquoise waters and sheer loneliness of the barren but beautiful landscape. I felt myself drawn in ever so much deeper than before. Not only wanting but needing to be there. Feeling so much emotion that my eye's were damp with passion.
I love the far north. The lands are mostly undiscovered and what has been discovered is far from danger.
The colours, the light, the massive sky. I want to be there. I need to be there, I need to paint it.
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.