…day three relentless and me shrinking under the onslaught, smaller smaller until I smell like nothing at all not even fear you could walk through me and not even know it now, though I would feel it. Years ago I had a voice, strong in the chorus of strong but someone I trusted browbeat the spectrum out […]
bound·a·ry Origin early 17th century: variant of dialect bounder, from bound2 + -er1, perhaps on the pattern of limitary. Interesting word. from “bound” 1. a territorial limit; a boundary. “the ancient bounds of the forest” a limitation or restriction on feeling or action. “it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that the issue could […]
1200 kilometres and one bottle of all-night-long scotch later, a 10-man reggae band called The Human Rights comes to my house and after partying euphoric until almost daylight, drapes its multi-limbs over every available surface and falls asleep, still humming. Sometimes you just need a good shock to the system. This makes it possible to change, […]
I’ve been ill and intensely insomnia’d recently – slowed down enough to obligingly revise my to-do lists from twenty things to one – or two if the gods are smiling. In the in-between times, too tired to sleep or read or write or hold a thought long enough to notice what it is …. I’ve been […]
March’s social media is a-twitter with #WomensHistoryMonth, #5WomenArtists… This question has arisen, from the thoughtful and compelling minds of the National Museum of Women’s Art NMWA in Washington, DC: off the top of your head, can you name 5 women Artists, from any era? I can, but then I’m a painter, and I studied art history […]
My phone is in Kingston, 200 km of driving sleet and transport trucks ago. I travel through this with my daughter from my aunt to my niece. There’s a rightness to the timing. In the Museum of Civilization in Gatineau I find a plug upstairs after the cafe closes. There’s a bench with cushions so I […]
The studio is different, this second day of 2016. It’s taking some time for the subtle but undeniably permanent changes to sink in. Some can be identified now; the bell paintings I began in December ring at a new frequency – thirty-six hours from now they will finish in a way I hadn’t imagined. There’s a kind […]
First snow of the winter, we take a break and make double spirals on the soft wet of the roof, catch fat snowflakes on our faces, delighted again by the magic of change. Inside, the bells ring on… Metal on bell metal, glass on glass. These sounds mark our hours, births, weddings, deaths. They chime at our […]
Ah, the ever-changing dynamics of the ecosystem shared by Art and the Internet. This has come up in every peer conversation, every artist statement, proposal and grant application I’ve written this month. Think I’ll write an essay about it & post it here. But this is not my purpose right now. I’ve been doing some […]
stare and stare at these paintings, make a choice to add paint, increase opacity, move a line, stare again and question and re-form my understanding of the work and my own approach to collaboration – what is changing? why and how the change? How can I follow – willingly submit to change myself, when I cannot see the future? […]
The soft November morning spills sun across these paintings that were born two days ago. I awoke today into the same magic I felt as a child on Christmas: bees, bells, and frequencies, all over my studio walls, all transforming into their new place in paint before my eyes. You owe me five farthings, Say the bells of St. […]
A rainy 5:20 am in the darkening northern hemisphere. It is November 1. I was lucky enough to be on the road every weekend last month, to and from Kingston, Toronto, Peterborough. I drove through ridings filled with campaign signage, fields of shorn crops, hills of red and yellow trees, towns surrounded by housing developments and the occasional […]