Wellington Creek Oil on board |
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Inspired by the Land
Thursday, November 26, 2015
A Pond of Water by the Woods
A pond of Water by the Woods Pastel on Paper |
Friday, November 20, 2015
Magical morning
Sparkling Creek Oil on Board |
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Squash
Squash Pastel on Paper |
Monday, November 9, 2015
Transitions
Autumn Abstraction Oil 12 x 12 in. |
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Glorious Autumn Afternoon
Autumn Afternoon in the hills of Eastend |
Saturday, October 24, 2015
California Poppies
California Poppies Oil on Cardstock |
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Schist Lake Afternoon
Monday, August 17, 2015
Approaching Storm over Manitou
Approaching Storm over Manitou Lake Oil 36 x 48 |
This Oil painting was started on the first day of the retreat and depicts a wicked storm coming over the lake. It spawned a twister that you can pick out if you look carefully.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Its a beautiful Spring day and I'm reminded of this poem by Rumi called the Music we Are.
Did you hear that winter is over?
The basil and carnation cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his wandering,
has been made singing master over all the birds.
The trees reach out their congratulations.
The soul goes dancing through the King's doorway.
Anemones blush because they have seen the Rose naked.
Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the courtroom, and several December thieves steal away.
Last years miracles will soon be forgotten.
New creatures whirl in from nonexistence,
galaxies scattered around their feet.
Have you met them?
Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle?
A single narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector of Kingdoms.
A feast is set. Listen The wind is pouring wine.
Love used to hide inside images. No more. The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.
Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, End this poem here, and wait for what is next.
I will, Poems are rough notations for the Music we Are.
Did you hear that winter is over?
The basil and carnation cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his wandering,
has been made singing master over all the birds.
The trees reach out their congratulations.
The soul goes dancing through the King's doorway.
Anemones blush because they have seen the Rose naked.
Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the courtroom, and several December thieves steal away.
Last years miracles will soon be forgotten.
New creatures whirl in from nonexistence,
galaxies scattered around their feet.
Have you met them?
Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle?
A single narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector of Kingdoms.
A feast is set. Listen The wind is pouring wine.
Love used to hide inside images. No more. The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.
Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, End this poem here, and wait for what is next.
I will, Poems are rough notations for the Music we Are.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Late March Snowscape |
Monday, April 13, 2015
The next best thing to eating cherries
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
March Hoar Frost
March Hoar Frost Oil 10 x 12 |
Monday, March 23, 2015
March Snow
Fresh March Snow Watercolour |
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Shack
The Shack |
Monday, March 16, 2015
Annapurna Valley
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Barby Lake
Barby Lake, Mb. |
Monday, February 23, 2015
A Celebration of Place
Mystical Land |
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Mistik Creek
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Spring yearnings
Manitou Morning Reflections |
Monday, January 26, 2015
Rocky Lake
Rocky Lake, Manitoba Oil 9 x 12 in |
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Ravens
I've had some interesting interactions with Ravens in the last couple of days. Yesterday one flew to a tree that I was standing beneath and just kind of hung out for awhile, listening to our conversation and occasionally adding a comment! Then today while on a walk that this painting depicts three Ravens were hanging out near me. I made some Raven like calls and one of them starting talking back to me. Probably confusing it.
Monday, January 12, 2015
A cold January day
I've posted this pastel painting before and I'm thinking that it expresses perfectly the quality of the day I'm experiencing. Close to -30 Celcius with a bit of wind, ice fog in the air and the sunlight like its coming through obscure glass.
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