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.
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.
Well 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.