~I’ll always paint…even when I inevitably become completely blind~
I was born an artist, one of those children fascinated with patterns and colors….the preschooler me admired glittering plastic sea-shell beads strung as a necklace endlessly for their shape and texture. I got in trouble for art, would attempt to make “frescos” out of pillaged plaster powder, crushed watercolors and Styrofoam meat trays. It didn’t stick very well but the colors were soft and pastel.
My first exhibited piece, a pen and ink drawing of roses, was displayed in the Vancouver Art Gallery when I was in grade nine. Aside from that I was a secret artist. In my twenties I left my job to paint for a year and my television companion was Bob Ross from the PBS painting series. I watched and listened absorbing all of his knowledge. For a time I too used his “magic white” oil paint.
I discovered acrylics, so clean and versatile, and my mentorship with Bob ended. I began to enter competitions, selected three years in a row for the North West Coast Regional Art Show, the beginning of many exhibitions. I also became the Art Instructor for the City of Prince Rupert and taught a wide range of programming for all age levels.
I now work freelance from my home studio near Greektown in Toronto Canada. Over the years I didn’t really establish a “set” method of creating visual art. I’m an experimenter. Mostly painting in Acrylic but I also work with Encaustic, Lino, Graphite, Ink, Paper, Fibre, Clay and Resin.
Most people don’t know that I have vision in just one eye. I think it has confused art critics at times…I’ve had them say that my paintings are “astute” and “have a lot of depth despite not being three dimensional”. I am a visually impaired Artist. A hidden disability that I have learned to live with. I think it helps me actually…the world looks two dimensional to me anyways…
HAPPY CANADA 150 DAY!
Here we are at the start of Summer already! Time sure flies by when one is busy! Hope you haven’t been too busy and get to relax this summer. Me…I’ll be busy moving my studio so haven’t been able to fit in any writing time it seems. Been a whirlwind selecting new window coverings, changing decor colors…all that fun stuff when moving.
Definitely will be taking time off to have my Birthday picnic at the end of the month! I will be away for the month of July and hopefully I will get caught up on finishing my blog posts…
Speaking of Dolls…the 3rd in my collection is finished! “Canadiana” has been created in my unique way for celebrating Canada’s 150. Perhaps you too have a creative element during your celebrations…would love to hear about it!
This is me picking through rocks down at Ashbridges Bay, Toronto, for beach glass and other interesting finds.
I lost baby ugly at White Cliff Beach near Vancouver B.C. Actually, I set her afloat to become a mermaid one year at a “family” picnic. Not real family, not bio family. My Step dad’s friends. A concoction of alcoholics, thieves, bikers and just out of jailers. They were as close knit as any other woven family.
Those were the highlights of my summers as a kid. Crossing the Lions gate bridge onward to the “far away” beach. Roaming freely on the ocean rocks-fearful the tide would come on fast and we’d be trapped at sea. Amidst a never ending blue neither ending at sky or sea. Bringing home hermit crabs, smoking with my “cousin”. Pondering the drug addled almost adult topless girls making out with their boys.
Always loved the beach….perhaps being a water sign has something to do with it.
Summer is over once again. Throughout the Winter I will be transforming my finds, my precious beach finds, transforming them wondrously into jewelry and sculpture. Humming the still haunting tune of baby uglie’s lullaby.
I thinks this will really be my blog. On being a Bower Bird. And what is a Bower Bird you may ask? Well….it’s a bird from somewhere in South America (I think…I will have to check that out later) that is creative and artistic to attract it’s mate and to deter it’s adversaries. It uses visual trickery to entice it’s female counterparts.
By foreshortening the visual impact of the depth of it’s bower, or nest, it creates the illusion of a vast, expansive bird mansion–but in reality it is actually not as large as it appears.
Because I am blind in one eye I have no depth perception, visually I am not so interested in this aspect of being a bower bird. However I love shiny, colorful and sparkly objects just as much if not more than any bower! Objects may not distract me visually, but mentally and emotionally they do the job.
Birds on Barbed Wire Mixed Media on Canvas