Thursday, January 26, 2006

Leslie and Davis; Newmarket

Thank you, Dad

I was just looking through a drawer of old artwork for a fitting tribute to my father who passed away two weeks ago. He took me underground at Strathcona Mine just before he retired as Chief Mine Geologist; and it was that visit that was pivotal to the direction I wanted to take as an artist.

I couldn't find anything from yesterday's work but the tentative beginnings of a visual response to mills, mines and smelters. From almost thirty years of ideas, it's interesting that the ones I pay attention to now are far more emotionally charged, although less industrial. It's time to put the two together.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

The Origins of photoshop.

Out from the dungeon and into the rain

Long time, no post. Christmas and household renovations and a major case of feeling the artistic fraud.

Y'see, there's an exhibition coming up - and all those masterpieces inside my head have not been freed...far from it. After procrastinating to the point that I actually cleaned out the dungeon and my abyss of a studio; the deadline to get work to the framers finally scared me enough to do something.

I'm seriously thinking of taking up a hobby that requires nothing more than hitting a "print" button. Like blogging.