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Monday, December 12, 2022
Row On Row the crops grow. Fields dip and roll.
Intermittent stream beds break the expanse,
stretch into the distance and offer passage for the wildlings, to distant green oasis.
12x12, glazed acrylic, on cradled wooden panel, ready to hang
thank you Westland Gallery
glazed acrylic, 16x12, gallery depth (1.5 "), on cradled wooden panel , ready to hang
Summer at it's fullest, these last lazy dog days are a treasure, enjoy them.
The harvest is ready to come in and soon the fields will be a hive of activity.
Friday, November 18, 2022
Junction: A place of meeting or joining. Once, all was forest, then came the colonizers, who took down much of the forest. Pockets remain, and as it is the will of nature to grow and also to colonize, the junctions where field and forest meet are the site of a subtle battle.
6x6, glazed acrylic, not available
STart art draw prize
There was a time, when life moved at a slower pace, in rhythm with the seasons. Posts were for stringing fence lines, not online. Was life better then? or is that just a romantic notion. I'll leave it to you to decide.
8x8, glazed acrylic.
sold at STart show, thank you
Friday, October 28, 2022
We walk with our extra large pup, along the Kettle Creek almost daily, unless there's a monsoon and the valley becomes a lake. This is the view from the crest of the hill, just before the trail head. It's our happy place.
12x16, glazed acrylic, $240.00
SOLD Thank you Art Emporium
Friday, June 24, 2022
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Glazed Acrylic, on cradled wooden panel, ready to hang
Sold at Art Emporium Port Stanley: contact
This driftwood, greeted us each year on Hunting Island beach, until Hurricanes Mathew, and Rita devastated the island, washing away much of the beach and most of the 'boneyard' trees.
I'm very glad that I sketched and subsequently painted it, before it disappeared.
Fresh off the easel, Going Around The Bend. 12x12 glazed acrylic.
Sold Westland Gallery
Country Roads weave their way through the fields and bush. Game trails to buggy tracks to vehicle traffic the surface changes, but the wandering ways remain, permanently connecting us to the past.