Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A Pop-up Book

A few weeks ago I had the idea of making a pop-up book, something I had never tried; but with all the stress and chaos in the world it really seemed like the right time to throw myself into something new. And it was fun, and exciting and it went through a lot of drafts, and still didn't end up quite as I imagined.


Page 1, getting closer to the final template. © 2017



Final layout [which changed at the last moment.] © 2017


Final Build, © 2017


Catching the light on an early build of the book. ©2017


Late afternoon sun on the final book form.  © 2017



Monday, January 2, 2017

Light for 2017

I'm a little late to the party to welcome in 2017 and wish you all the very best for the coming year. It seemed fitting that J. and I finished off 2016 with flu and colds; that meant a very quiet holiday time with brief spurts in the studio and a lot of time reading and watching The West Wing. I walked into the studio this morning to the best winter light, strongly slanted, almost reaching the far wall and it made my heart sing. So for 2017 I wish for all of us more heart singing, along with the usual wishes of health and goodwill.

From the upper studio looking down, Jan 2, 2017

Walking in the studio door, Jan 2, 2017

looking at the west wall, Jan 2, 2017

again looking northwest, Jan 2, 2017

From the northwest looking back, Jan 2, 2017

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Promise fills the sky with light

"Promise fills the sky with light" [Milton] Happy Solstice everyone!

Sunrise, December 21, 2016


I'm writing this on the longest night of the year; always an important time for me as I pat myself on the back and say "well girl you made it!" and tomorrow morning [now today] at 5.44 am we start the journey back to the light. I think for many it has been a dark time, a loss of hope and vision that the world could be made a better place, a loss that all our good intentions have come to naught and the world is a darker place than last year at this time. And it never seems enough to send money to The White Hats, and Doctors Without Borders and the Stephen Lewis Foundation and whichever charities are on your list, and it never seems enough to go down to the studio each day and draw. But that's what I'm going to do, small things, and take great pleasure in them. I'm going to continue to push charcoal on to paper, I'm going to try and capture the blue glow of snow, continue to giggle at the turkeys outside the window and watch them glide away in the snow as it they were swimming. Then come summer I'm going to swim again in the pond and play/work in the garden. I'll try to follow the mantra on my wall from Margaret Meade "Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world, for indeed it is the only thing that does." And I will continue to believe in the power of art.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Silence

It's something I look forward to every winter, the silence that falls with the snow. As the garden is covered with the first white blanket and all is reduced to black and white, so does the world of sound fade away. It's immense and heavy this silence as it presses upon my body.


Walking back through the garden on the way to the pond, 2016

Approaching the pond, still not frozen, 2016

Snowing, 2016

Across the pond, the gate to the woods, 2016

The pond beginning to freeze over, 2016

Monday, October 31, 2016

Rebelles / Rebelles

Hoping to see you this Saturday, November 5, between 2 and 5 pm for the vernissage of the 3rd edition of Rebelles / Rebelles, where J. and I will join with 40 other artists at Galerie Art Plus in Sutton. Each artist is working in the same 9 x 9 in. format  and you will find a wide selection of small yet irresistible and affordable artworks.


Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Washington

It took us 40 years to make our pilgrimage to Washington to see Robert Motherwells' Reconciliation Elegy, a work we both have longed to see in the flesh. Washington's museums are wonderful and spectular and free. And my favourite was the East Wing of The Museum of Art; an elegant space, beautifully curated, that made my heart sing. Below are some of my favourites.


Motherwell, Robert: American, 1915 - 1991. Reconciliation Elegy; 1978: acrylic on canvas: overall: 304.8 x 924.2 cm (120 x 363 7/8 in.

Donals Judd, Untitled, 1965, galvanized iron and plexiglass

James Turrell, Deep Sky, 1984, aquatints

Idris Khan, 2009 The Creation, chromogenic print [detail]

Morris Lewis, Beta Kappa, 1961, acrylic o canvas, detail. 

Michelangelo Pistoletto, Woman who points, 1982, silkscreen on polished stainless steel

Brice Marden, 1989-91, Cold Mountain 5 [Open], oil on canvas, detail

Fred Sandback, Untitled [Gray Corner Construction] 1968, detail

William Anastasi, 1966-2016, Issue, wall removal

William Anastasi, 1966-2016, Issue, wall removal, detail

Detail of wall treatment beside the escalator


Sunday, October 16, 2016

A Golden Walk

Yesterday while visiting friends we walked part of their land. It was glorious; the light, the smell of fall with pine needles underfoot, leaves drifting down, milk weed blowing open its' pods, a golden blaze of glory.


Pine needles drifting down towards the pond, 2016

The pine needle path beside the pond, 2016

The dock covered with pine needles, 2016

and more golden light, 2016

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

More Maquettes

I seem to be just a bit obsessed lately, now up to 57 of these maquettes. Distraction therapy from the American election?

Structure 15, 2016

Structure 20, 2016

Structure 22, 2016

Structure 33, 2016

Friday, September 30, 2016

Maquettes 1

Last spring, during the renovation, I kept some odds and ends of off-cuts of lumber, I liked their shapes and finally got around to sanding, filling and priming them, impatient to see would develop. The wood is construction grade lumber so not ideal, but definitely good enough for maquettes.


Structure, maquette #1, 2016

Structure, maquette #2, 2016

Structure, maquette #3, 2016

Structure, maquette #4, 2016

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Continuing ...Colors of Dawn


I'm usually up early and love to sit outside with a coffee watching the sunrise. It's my quiet time; a time of wonder, of possibility, of hope, as the sun begins to rise and the new day is born.


A calendar of colors, August 30 - September 21, 2016