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:

https://www.artfinder.com/product/path-of-light-9098/?utm_source=embed&utm_medium=embed&utm_campaign=ref-873493#/

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.

 

Release the Kraken?

art, artists block, drawing, fear, kraken, mythology

Scan 13Well here I am working from home again and it feels scary. I have two commissions to do, one is a stormy scene and the other is a cafe on a boat. Neither want a kraken put into the picture. Too bad, I kind of like krackens they are cool mythical beasts that come out of the depths and crush things.

I guess fear could be a kraken. Right now, I’m dealing with momentary fear as I write this, so I’m trying to write it out so I can just move on and finish painting the side of Siren, and then open up my new canvas and start working on something else.

I also have to rake the leaves and get rid of two large bags of trash. That’s on my “to do list” for today.

I cut my fingers badly on a glass, It was one of my favourite glasses too, one with a skull etched in. The glass was soapy and it slipped from my hand and next thing I knew two slashes appeared on my left hand. Memo to self: don’t wash dishes before morning coffee.

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Acting and Donuts

acting, art, Boheminans, Canadian, childhood, Czech, food

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So I decided to work only part time in the big box store so that I can have more time to focus on my other work. That was scary. Really, really, scary but I guess that’s how success is made. You close your eyes and take a leap of faith and expect the best.

So here is me, expecting the best.

On another note, yesterday I went to see my dad in a play. That was pretty cool. He’s still acting even in his 80’s – more hope for me continuing doing my thing as I get older as well. I promised myself that I’ll start swimming on my days off to keep myself in shape. I really love swimming so I’m sure this will be a good thing all around. My dad swims every day with my mom, except on weekends and I’m sure that’s what is keeping them alive and well now. That, and probably good genes.

I am including two pictures from my Czech theatre experience, one is an old one with yours truly in it. I played the part of a kid, I think I had one whole line  to say, but I played in a big theatre, downtown Toronto, and that was a great experience! I loved acting too, but prefer art. Maybe I’ll pass on the acting genes to some of my grandkids.

The second picture is a picture of a Czech donut. Which isn’t sold anywhere in Toronto. This donut puts Tim’s to shame. It’s this puffy thing filled with real cream that just melts in your mouth. Freaking awesome, and the person who makes it has retired, so it’s only available to purchase at a Czech theatre event.  I had mine and ate it distraction free, just enjoying the experience. There is no Czech baker in Toronto now, so I guess I’ll have to travel as far as Chicago, or Texas, to have something like that again, or maybe even the Czech republic.

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Siren of Samhain

art, Canvas, full moon, Lydia Knox, magic, magical realisim, Oil, painting
Siren of Samhain 30x 36" Oil on Canvas for sale 700.00.

Siren of Samhain 30x 36″ Oil on Canvas for sale 700.00.

Well I finally finished it, my painting.. I have to say I am satisfied with it, I think I pushed myself an extra level which is good.
I have two commissions that I need to do, one of an stormy Ocean and another of a Cafe on a boat. The Cafe will be more of a challenge I think since I don’t usually pick city scares for topics, but what the hell, I’ll do some sketches and then figure out the best way to move stuff around so that it looks good. I’ll study some of Van Gough’s cafe scenes and maybe Touluse-Lautrec, and also incorporate some of my own style in there.

I discovered http://www.deserres.ca/en-CA/ delivers for free! How fantastic is that and they take paypal payments. That means that I can basically have my canvases delivered to me. Which is great. Some of the bigger canvases are like giant sails when you’re walking down a busy street.

I would also love to get a sable brush, the real deal, they cost mega bucks, but are fantastic when working with details. I wonder if they still sell illustrator pens? Nope they don’t, darn.

I am so excited that I have time to draw and paint! How wonderful is that!

Percy and I had a really great talk yesterday, we took time to just sit down and discuss things like we should. We worked though a lot of issues and admitted stuff to each other so that both of us could understand and support the other. We did it in a sacred place, it was the Full moon after all. It feels good to have a partner who has my back. Wicca is a strange religion, it’s matriarchal for the most part. And for us, as a couple, it means that I’m driving the car, or at least, planning the trip. But besides that. I respect that Percy needs to have a strong say about where we are going, we can’t make it a partnership if I don’t pay attention to his leadership.

A wonderful friend of mine, I’ll call her Morri, gave me a tarot reading and it was an eye opener. It showed me that I need to fix the cracks in our relationship. So that’s what we did. The theme was healing, sending healing to Owly, and also healing for us, so that we can work as a strong team, moving forward.