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.
All set up and ready for Saturday’s opening. This show is a mix of Abstract and landscape, the abstracts being the larger portion, and size.
TWELVE, an exhibition of engravings produced over the past year.
The show opens Saturday, March 2nd from 2:00 until 4:00.
I canoed out into a foggy waterway some years ago and have made a couple of attempts at making a print of the experience. The best I seem to do is to show one frame of what should be a movie. It looks foggy but nothing is emerging out of, nor disappearing into, the mist.
‘The Walls we build’ was an observation; it seemed so clear when I saw it in someone else. After it was all done I started to realize that that my walls were just as high but, apparently, harder to see from this side.
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.