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.
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.
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.
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.