I love Cedar Groves – as I child I had a few I used as forts – they are wild houses. This one is near my parent’s and as Spring is here – the Grove holds the last of the Winter’s snow.
I have been looking out my balcony for years and have enjoyed many sunrises. Now that they are building large apartment towers next to us, my view is temporary – still time to enjoy. I am trying out my Stitch Program – so some are 2 to more images together.
I am working with Palette Knife and brush work in acrylic & oil this winter. One project is the Farm Series – of places and things that remind me of the life I knew/know in rural Southern Ontario. A regional and time sensitive project. It started with Niska Bridge and the loss of nature and a sense of the area before bulldozing it all flat.
I am experimenting with the knife and the levels of realism I will use. This is the beginning. Oils and acrylic respond differently as you paint and how – these differences make a mark in the art itself. Then there is the use of the brush – how it can simplify or tidy too much.
These 3 paintings are the 1st in the series.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Right to Brag.”
Over a year ago I started looking for a venue for our art group to have a show. We were accepted by The Assembly Hall – a local Civic Community Theatre and Conference centre. This year turned out to be a special one as many venues were part of the cultural Spotlight in our West-end part of Toronto. Our show ended the Spotlight on Etobicoke.
My students are varied in skill, style, interest, mediums and devotion to art. Not all of them signed up for the art show. Those who did, worked on their art over the past 12 months. We have monthly challenges and the students came to most of the classes. I run the class all year – 2 classes every Friday unless the Islington Seniors’ Centre has a special weekend event and they need our space.
It was hard to get all the info together during September – as my skills are quite mediocre in the office admin side of things. I created an introduction to the artists binder – where each artist listed their work and said something about their art journey. I designed a poster and invitation cards to be handed out. Then I found out I was working every day the week of the show so I had to get the students to volunteer their time to make sure everything got to the Gallery on time. They have some funny stories about that day and it all worked out. The Gallery did an amazing job arranging the diverse show.
When the reception was over, 4 pieces had sold. But the end of the 2nd week we had sold 7 pieces. The class is all fired up to do another art show as soon as possible.
I will be looking into another venue but the Senior’s Centre may not financially support another show. All the artists contributed but the Centre paid for most of the expenses: the cards, posters, food and drink at the reception.
I sent over 100 photos [reworked to look their best and a bit smaller for emails] to the students a few days later. I was moved when one student responded: Wow! Thank you, Jacqueline! What a wonderful assortment of memories, and sending them on so promptly is once again a true reflection of your caring and interest in our efforts. I have always felt that your help with teaching us is only half of the blessings you bring, the other half is your kind and generous spirit. C.
This is the Niska Bridge near Guelph Ontario. It is a one car bridge in what was once a purely rural area. Now it is surrounded by highways and residential & industrial parks. Many of these areas have been flattened and stripped of the original trees. My grandparents lived on this road and farmed just behind where I stood to photograph this bridge. The farm that my great-great grandfather started when he came to this country is now a treeless, flat expanse with a large Tim Horton’s factory in the middle, not too far from here. The Guelph Historical Society is trying to preserve this bridge – and in so doing they will help stall the destruction of this land into a ‘parking lot’ [from Joni Mitchell’s song].
My painting is mostly done with Palette Knife and some brush work. It is done in acrylic on archival board.
I have been taking a print workshop with Agustin Rojas. Now I remember loving to work in the print shop at school – hours. It has been so long that I have forgotten a lot. I am pleased to remember at all. The Collage above shows how much work I did in 4 days.
1) drawing – idea
2) 1st proof of drypoint
3) 2nd proof – more drypoint
4) 3rd proof – 1st aquatint
Now I have reworked the plate with more dry-point and burnishing. I have a proof of that as well so I can rework it again & now for the 5th proof I hope to be nearer the end. Here is the full image a few work days ago – may post the final images.
This image is from a local Canadian photographer – Bonnie Sitter. She does images from Huron County and has published works. She kindly offered this image copyright free. This image has many memories for me of my father working day and night in the fields, trying to outwit the weather gods. I too have memories of driving the tractors in the cold with wind and ice pellets hitting me or covered in snow – as I never got the tractors with the cabs. Thanks Bonnie for the image.
I don’t work in oil with the palette knife very often – except with my students. I had so much fun doing this – wish I had more drying space for these little paintings – look how they glisten. Both inspired by photos from Paint My Photo – copyright free website.
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