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.’
It’s always a thrill to be accepted into INSIGHTS, a great juried exhibition of multidisciplinary works from many of the region’s best artists.
Here’s a great show that features engravers, small letterpress printshops, unbelievable bookbinding and many related artisans as well as printing ephemera and books.
I editioned this years ago but something about it always bugged me so it was relegated to a drawer. Two weeks ago I sliced a lot of roadway from the bottom of the plate and all of a sudden the eye was drawn to the barn, not the road!
What kept me going
What kept me spending long hours last summer turning this old shed into a great studio was the thought that we could be inside working on those icy cold, snowy winter days.
These hay pulleys ran along a track near the peak of the barn roof. The bottom pulley clipped onto a large fork that dropped down and stuck into loose hay on the wagon just in from the field. The rope was attached to a team of horses that would pull the hay up to where it could be dropped into the loft. Hot, dusty, sweaty work.
Dynamite Show at the Arts and Letters Club in Toronto, the same place this pic of the group of severn was taken. The wall were covered with paintings and portraits of/by Canada’s best (and lesser) known artists or, as a female exhibitor pointed out, a lot of old white guys.
