Apparently I’m not the only one who’d rather watch squirrels than mat prints. 

The Archipelago on the east side of Georgian Bay gets its share of rain. This past week we had lots of it and spent many hours under a tarp drawing. We even had a black bear stalk us, moving from island to island around us then sneaking into our camp from behind. My extensive repertoire of bear chasing noises had him leave in a hurry.

I called this ‘Out Of The Wind’ all the time I was working on it but, because I imagined the two people lost in their thoughts at the end of a day, but still very much together, it reminded me of a poem I’d read called ‘Two Solitudes.’

Without any explanation I presented both titles to a few people. They all disliked ‘Two Solitudes.’ I assume that it was a negative thing for them, the two people were angry at each other. Or something.

The poem reads: Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Long story short, by the time I got it into ‘Insights’ it was called ‘Out of the wind.’

This is a fun show in a great village near Guelph. Lots of Art, lots of music!

This is one I did for a postcard exchange for the Chinese ‘Year of The Boar’.

I call it “Two sows, and nineteen.’