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About clivelewis

Printmaking, primarily engraving.

ART ON THE STREET ….this Saturday, July 16

Be ready to be amazed!!!  This is a very well attended show for good reason; you’ll find oodles and oodles of incredible talent in a plethora of artistic disciplines.

One of the things I like about this show is that after setting up, seven hours of sun and crowds then tearing down and packing up makes the first cold draft in a nearby pub the best tasting beer of the year :- )

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‘The Survivors’ moves on….

My print ‘The Survivors’ was one of the artworks chosen by the Guelph Museum’s exhibition of artworks related to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, soldier/physician/poet and his poem ‘In Flanders Fields.’ They subsequently choose it for the cover of the Exhibition Catalogue.

Now the Ontario Legislature has asked to include it as one of the artworks in their Remembrance Day resources.   …..my buzz du jour.

 

 

Survivors-web

“To me the poem conjures up visions of more than poppies and crosses. I envision the other casualties of war, of the long lines of refugees and of wounded soldiers returning to their homes. I see the shells of buildings and a landscape badly scarred.

My print was for ‘The Survivors’, for those people who, having survived, were now ready to move forward towards a sparse landscape but one with a promise of better things to come.”

OMG!!! It’s September already.

After visiting the cheek to jowl State campgrounds in New York and Pennsylvania in August, it was a treat to canoe out into the peace and quiet of northern Georgian Bay’s archipelago.

At some point in the past some really, really, strong individuals arranged a few really, really, massive stones into a fireplace complete with seating with, of course, a wonderful view. The sketch was an attempt to capture the tangle of trees on the opposite shore.Cedars+Fireplace-sm

Letchworth State Park, NY

A quick sketch from a great hike along the south rim of Letchworth Canyon in New York State. It’s about a 600 foot/183 metre drop to the Genesee river, impressive enough that it’s billed as ‘The Grand Canyon of the East.’ A wee bit of exaggeration there, it was a kilometre shallower, shale, not sandstone and the only Indians we saw were on a tour bus and wearing saris. We were lucky enough to see this old coal burning engine pulling a great variety of historic passenger cars on an outing from Buffalo.

Letchworth Canyon, PA

Letchworth Canyon, PA

TrainOnTrestle

In Flanders Fields

One hundred years ago one of Guelph’s better known sons, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, a soldier, physician and poet wrote ‘In Flanders Fields.

As part of exhibitions marking the occasion the Guelph Museum is hosting a juried exhibition of related artworks. My print ‘The Survivors’ was one of the artworks chosen.

To me the war conjures up visions of more than poppies and crosses. I envision the other casualties of war, of the long lines of refugees and of wounded soldiers returning to their homes. I see the shells of buildings and a landscape badly scarred.

My print was for those people who, having survived, were now ready to move forward towards a sparse landscape but one with a promise of better things to come.

Survivors-web

 

The poem reads as follows:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.  .

Snow at Starkey’s

Outside the wind chill makes it feel like -30C. I’m back inside now, huddled over my mac for warmth and wondering why my ancestors paid good money for passage from England to this frozen real estate when they could have just stolen a loaf of bread and been given a free trip to warm, sunny Australia.

I spent a (much warmer) day last March wandering around a bush near here sketching the aftermath of a snow storm. This three colour print is from one of the sketches.

Starkey'sSnow