Ladysmith Waterfront Gallery Juried Show


This Side of Heaven 40″ x 16″ at the “Ladysmith Waterfront Gallery Juried Show”

Opening, February 6th, 2016

Yes I am a worrier. I worry about everything and every detail of everything and if I can’t find something to worry about I will look very hard for something.

I worry about my art. I worry about being good enough, I worry about how others perceive my work ~ I just plain worry to the point of crippling lethargy and knots of tension in my back.

I find it ironic that the week I enter my first juried show in over 12 years I am diagnosed with Anxiety Disorder. Juried Shows are worry ridden, and hard on the ego and just plain painful if one doesn’t make the cut. However you must be pragmatic ~ not everyone is going to like your work.

An artist friend of mine told me she had entered the same painting in 4 different shows until finally it was juried in!! Now that is tenacity!

The judges have their own ideas of what is good or not so good and unless the critique is gentle it can destroy some budding artists. I was one of them ~

My entry into the Ladysmith Waterfront Gallery was juried in and I am pleased about that, I must have stewed about it for a week before taking it down to Ladysmith for the jurying process. Is it good enough? What about the composition? Is it technically good? On and on.

150 paintings will be hung and I was told there was over 500 entries (that was 3 weeks ago) so I am sure there were more after that.

My plan for the future ~ don’t worry so much and get out more ~ keep in touch with fellow artists and live everyday as it comes


Postcard Project

IMG_0136  About a month ago I received an email from a teacher in Ontario. She asked if I would be interested in taking part in a project where Mennonite children drew a postcard and sent it to an Indigenous artist for them to interpret.

Well I must admit to be a bit baffled by the intent but I was more than willing to partake so sent my consent to be involved.

Last week I received a postcard from a young man ( I am assuming) with the following hand drawn picture on the front of a postcard.Postcard Project 2015

Again I was surprised by the image that was sent to me ~ my last contact with Mennonites was in the 70’s in Markham Ontario, when they still dropped their kids off at school in a black car with the bumpers painted black.

As you can see this has changed since then, as my picture has a jeep like image cruising down a highway, with full sun in the background. I still don’t understand the indigenous/Mennonite connection, although the teacher Mrs. Mallory did mention persecution. That I can relate too. I have rendered a little watercolour, pen and ink picture that I think should make this young person smile

postcard project my interpretation

After I finished it this afternoon, as I looked at it,  I thought about my own education from a trip across Canada. I did it in 1970 ~ hitch hiking of course like many of my friends at the time. It taught me so many things and I learned so much. A 60 lb pack, 1 Man pup tent, dried soup and rice, along with a willingness to experience life from all the crazy and wonderful people I met is still one of the highlights of my life.

I hope this little picture can convey that message to the young person who drew that postcard for me.


End of Dry Spell



I  have been having a bit of a dry spell ~ it never worries me though. I just get on with another type of creative project and wait out the painters block. This time I decided to rework an older painting. I always liked it but thought it could be better.

saying goodbye my camera good image


The new version I am sure has something to do with the news of the residential schools I have been reading about. So disturbing to think that people can honestly feel that 1st nations people are or were not human. I treat my pets better than what my 1st nations family were treated.

When I read the transcripts from the residential schools trials, I cant help but feel that the dysfunction native families live with now is warranted and anyone who doubts that is blind. Why feel revulsion as some do? I only feel sorrow and a sense of loss for them and myself and for Canada.

I would definitely choose booze over the memories of sexual and physical abuse. Cultural genocide has affected so many generations. Not only those who survived the residential schools but their offspring and those babies lost to the Children’s Aid Society like me.

After all the abuse it is no wonder 1st nations families do not know how to exist as a unit. Until very recently they were not allowed to know their own history, speak their own language or sing their songs. I can empathise. Unless you are strong and have a sense of worth you cannot survive in this harsh world, and their world has been dark for too long.

So this painting with its incorporation of a Haida symbol so prominently displayed in the sky was deep in my  unconscious and I am glad it showed up now.

I thank this new government for acknowledging these wrong doings and I feel a new enlightened era has begun for my 1st nations cousins.