Night Storm

art, Boheminans, hurricane, landscape, Oil, painting

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Night Storm 36×30″ for sale on artfinder

 

I’m thinking about the people in Cuba and in Florida that are hunkering down because of the impending progress of hurricane Irma.  I have made quite a lot of friends there, and have lived for a while in Gainesville, so my heart goes out to those people. I hope that they stay safe and that their homes are not damaged. Florida is so beautiful it would be sad to see it destroyed.

Now, that I’m a northern dweller, the more dramatic storms I encounter are the snow storms, where a whole village is shut down and power goes out, and snow piles up so high that you have to dig your way out of your home. There is a strange beauty to storms, especially those wild and intense ones. They wipe away stuff from our lives, they encourage us to help our fellow human beings, they remind us that we are not the ones in charge.

 

 

 

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Ghosts in my dream

art, dreams, ghosts, hurricane, magic, magical realisim, natural disasters, night gallery, nuclear threat, Oil, painting, wicca

FullSizeRender 33.jpgI’ve been having strange dreams as of late. The political situation of the world is messy and hard and confusing. There is threat of nuclear war, major hurricanes are heading towards Florida, where I used to live. White supremacists  rise from the shadows and cry out to rally. And the summer has fled, and with it, comes the cool of winter, and the slow process of Samhain, the day of the dead. Once again, as winter sets in I wonder, where is humanity heading? So I focus on communicating with the ghosts, asking for them to show me the way…show me what I can do to change the course of where we are heading.

I think of myself as a medium- I can dream of ghosts. Walking through the vail of life and death, there are ancestors that guide the way. This painting was part of a show that focused on being a medium, what is was like. In my opinion, the world of the dead is vague and mysterious, it’s like swimming through murky waters. The subject of the painting looks at her hand, which is done in detail, while the rest is mysterious.

 

This painting is for sale on artfinder

 

Path of Light

art, Canadian, choices, landscape, Oil, painting, Uncategorized

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I love the truism,  “Wherever you go, there you are.”

I love to wander through woods, where nature surrounds me and the wind is so strong it feels like an entity.  Every path leads me to a better place, and it’s always an adventure. Life is full of adventures. This piece was originally a photo taken Derrick Harder and turned into a painting with his permission.

This is a photo of a BC forest, and my mind immediately rushes to thoughts of all the wildfires that have been plaguing them. Those forests are beautiful, magical, primal places. I sure hope human kind hasn’t messed up so badly that even this will be part of our fragile history.

Every path lights up, as we wander through the dark and shadow, it shows us the way we should go as human beings. It’s a well worn way in a wild place that still interacts with the wild. It’s the place of least resistance, least interference.

This painting is up for sale in artfinder:

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Turning point- or why I am an artist now

art, artists block, Canadian, Canvas, carpe diem, choices, fear, Lydia Knox, magic, Oil, painting

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Canadian Moment. 22×30 inches, art for sale. Buy it here: https://www.artfinder.com/manage/lydia-knox/product/canadian-moment/

 

 

Once upon a time I was a writer for the internet. I have a BA in English and I loved writing. So I was very pleased that I spent 10 years out of my life as a copywriter for the web. However, the economic crash of 2008 came along, and left me jobless. Being a person who really needs to work all the time, I had to do some major soul searching.

My heart was broken, because I lost my way, my career, my focus,  and I would walk for miles with my dog, Sirius. It didn’t matter if it was hot or cold, rainy or snowing I’d be out there, in the park by the Humber River in Toronto. One March morning I noticed huge chucks of ice had washed along the banks of the river and surrounded a bench.

This sight was symbolic to me, I climbed the ice and sat on the bench with my dog and just looked out on the vista. I thought to myself that nature was speaking to me. I remembered my desire to be an artist, a painter, from before I went to university. So, I decided that I’d return on that path even though the road would be bumpy and difficult.

I included a Canadian flag in this picture, because really, this is what it is like to be Canadian- to see an obstacle and to find your way to a goal, and then to soak in the beauty of how nature still rules the world around us.

Art is magic, it changes things, it moves people to see something new within themselves.

Sunset at Mountain Lake…artist progress

art, artists block, carpe diem, Uncategorized, world war 3

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Nature is Magic-

I hear Alpha Ville’s Forever young, and wonder “are we going to drop the bomb or not”

Here I am in my 50’s trying to be the artist that I denied myself to be for so long. Working for myself. I’ve been reading a lot of books, about developing an art career, and in a lot of them it says that you should work, work hard, keep on pushing through till you’ve amassed a lot of work under your belt. So here I am finishing one or two works in a week, pressing forward.

Meanwhile the news is crazy, DT is rattling sabres with mr Kim of North Korea- and I am reminded to live every day as it comes. Carpe Diem. There is so much out of my control at this point.

Like the Rabbits from Watership Down who wrote poetry- I have a sense that my days are numbered, so I create, and keep on creating to make this day amazing. The Sunsets here in the part of the world where I live in are just beautiful. The clouds turn golden, the sun paints the sky with hues of pink and blue.

Night time is only a breath away, time stumbles forward, and symbolically, I sure hope our days don’t turn into night as of yet.

If you want to buy this piece you can get it here: https://www.artfinder.com/lydia-knox#/

 

Have you ever walked into a storm?

art, artists block, Boheminans, Canadian, Canvas, childhood, choices, drawing, fear, magic, Oil, painting, Uncategorized

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This is one of my newest works. I have let loose the artistic beast so to speak, and have moved away from the controlled brush stoke. The control is for those other artists that love to make things look like they are real.

My job, as I see it is to expose the soul of the painting, to bring you into the storm with me and to dare to allow the mystery to be just that, a mystery. I have taken a small painting that was more controlled and then re did it (Tom Thomson style) on a larger canvas.

Jose Trujillo

Lately I’ve been following this guy on you tube and I must say, I love what he has to talk about. He verbalizes a lot of what I already am feeling. It’s good to hear that someone else is feeling it, that I’m not alone in the desert of my thoughts.  It’s tough to be an artist- you have this little voice in your head that says, “don’t do it” “it looks stupid” “no one will ever buy your stuff”. All I can say is WRONG or paraphrasing the fish guy in Star Wars: “It’s a Trap.” Cause it is a trap. People do buy my stuff. But I must do my work for the love of creation, and that is all. As long as I can create I will do it. Who knows where this journey will take me? It’s hard to tell.

When I was in grade 2 I decided I wanted to be an artist. I was a new kid in a new school, and my cousin Peter showed me how to draw the road runner. When it was art time, I drew a road runner, and all the kids wanted me to draw the road runner for them. This started the storm.

Storms are not bad, storms test us, they measure our courage, they can even kill us. Ok, sometimes storms are bad, but regardless, we can’t be afraid to go there, or we will live a life wasted.

 

Received an apology. Thank you.

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Re: my art feedback to a gallery- The owner of the gallery owned up to their mistakes and wrote me an nice apology letter on the art gallery letterhead. Thank you for listening and responding. Even though I was careful not to mention the name of the gallery I appreciate the response.

Sometimes I feel as if I’m just a voice in the wilderness, but in this case it seems like the right person heard what I had to say.

Lydia Knox

Take a good look at yourself…

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experimenting with squiggles

I have started a daily sketch project, where I get my creativity going by learning something new in drawing and attempting something different. Pinterest is a great inspirational site, I check out other artists and then try some of their techniques.

Currently I am working on self perspective issues. I have always had trouble with understanding who I am, perhaps thats why self portraits are especially challenging (for me anyways).  Lots of questions in my head. My husband is looking for a new job, it feels like I’m free falling at this point and I don’t know what will happen next. I do know that I want to get out of the city, I’m done with the city. I want to breathe in fresh air I want to sit outside with no one around for miles. But we’ll go wherever the job is, that’s how it goes. I wonder about the friends I have here, what happens if I have to leave the province? What about those people who I leave behind? Those people who depend on me.

There is only now, I keep on saying to myself, hoping that that will guide me to the next moment.

Self perspective- a portrait of squiggles

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I have started a daily sketch project, where I get my creativity going by learning something new in drawing and attempting something different. Pinterest is a great inspirational site, I check out other artists and then try some of their techniques.

portrait lydia knox

experimenting with squiggles

Currently I am working on self perspective issues. I have always had trouble with understanding who I am, perhaps thats why self portraits are especially challenging (for me anyways).  Lots of questions in my head. My husband is looking for a new job, it feels like I’m free falling at this point and I don’t know what will happen next. I do know that I want to get out of the city, I’m done with the city. I want to breathe in fresh air I want to sit outside with no one around for miles. But we’ll go wherever the job is, that’s how it goes. I wonder about the friends I have here, what happens if I have to leave the province? What about those people who I leave behind? Those people who depend on me.

There is only now, I keep on saying to myself, hoping that that will guide me to the next moment.