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.”

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.  .

Through the Blue Shute

Last summer a friend and I canoed the 250 km from Lake Nippising down the French to Georgian Bay then south to Pointe au Baril. This is my memory of a set of rapids on The French that we shot through all too quickly.

The pic is a mono print, essentially a painting done with a printing press

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