Shortly the trees of Southern Ontario will burst into reds and oranges and yellows. This print is an attempt to capture the beauty of a spot the pooch and I frequent for our daily hike.

Shortly the trees of Southern Ontario will burst into reds and oranges and yellows. This print is an attempt to capture the beauty of a spot the pooch and I frequent for our daily hike.

A woman came to me at a show, pointed at this engraving and asked why some barns were painted red. I was a bit embarrassed to admit I didn’t know. The search engine DuckDuckGo was most helpful.
Seems that hundreds of years ago (long, long before Home Depot) many farmers would seal the wood on their barns with linseed oil, an orange-coloured oil derived from the seeds of the flax plant. To this oil, they would add a variety of things, most often milk and lime, but also ferrous oxide, or rust. Rust was plentiful on farms and because it killed fungi and mosses that might grow on barns, it was very effective as a sealant. It turned the mixture red in colour and, Voila! a Red Barn.

Another of Southern Ontario’s iconic Bank Barns, so named because of the earth banked up on one side as a ramp leading to the second floor. The ground level at the back leads into the stables with the second floor overhanging to give some protection to outside animals. I drive past this one often and wanted to do an engraving and now, having done this small one, I really want to do a large one with much more detail.

Not sure where the graphic of the hands came from. If they gave me a really, really big bottle of wine and said ‘Draw us some hands’ I could have done that.
Mind you, in the morning I would have looked at it, thrown it out, and said ‘Hold on, I can do better.’
Here’s a great way to meet the Artists, to see the art and the studios of 43 Artists.
Please do drop by 7 Preston St. a block north of Waterloo Ave. just west of Glasgow. 
Most printmakers show progressive prints as a sort of educational/interest thing, I’m doing it just to get a bad pun out of my head and into the subject line.
It feels better already.
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.
There’s a voyeur aspect to train riding that I like; mile after mile after mile of backyards. If you were on the right train you’d see mine. I did the drawing last summer but changed it to a winter scene to cover up all the stuff that was scattered about and to spare me the pain of engraving tree leaves. The lazy way to clean up a yard.
The latest, a 4 colour, 15×21 engraving that had been floating around in my head and doodled on unguarded bits of paper for a long while. It reminded me of a landscape. Sid, a printer friend, was kind enough to give me some cans of ink when he closed shop. Hence ‘Sidscape.’
It’s now hanging…or hovering… at The Whitestone Gallery in Guelph.